eccentric views in padded pews/ view the pastor preach the words that work and spin a magic
spell in hearts and vein His name was taken in/ the sin he took up within His wounds/ the moon
has testified to His delight/ reflects the sun's light at night/ we fight to find an answer
in every hidden crevasse in every promiscuous mistress/ we see ourselves as though in mirrors/ bear
the brunt of silent violence that is in our minds/ day in and day out/ we run out of peace and
hope and love and that is when You are my hero
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