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Your prayers, |
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I don't feel them in my heart |
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It is not hate |
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That I stare coldly at the son of god |
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I can not force the blood of |
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ChristTo flow through me |
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God is love and his love is dead |
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Drown your sorrows in prayer |
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But your prayers will never change the world |
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I separate myself |
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From those who chase the spirit |
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I can't fall to my knees |
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And pretend like all the rest |
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This is a soul that doesn't need saving |
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Their paradise not mine; an illusion |
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I will not believe |
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Divine presence of perfection, turns sour in my gaze |
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Why should |
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I feel compassion for the suffering of your |
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GodFor all the pain he allows, |
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I give him what he deserves |
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In the name of the |
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Father,In the name of the |
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SonWhere is the |
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Holy Spirit, |
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I feel nothing |
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As I stare upon the crucifix, |
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I feel nothing for a |
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God I never knew |
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I refuse to embrace, and live by his word |
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I take not of his body |
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I take not of his blood |
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I don't need salvation |
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Or his forgiveness |
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I don't want his kingdom |
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My kingdom is here |
