Please
No one is righteous
All have turned away
There is no fear before their eyes of God
Not the real God anyway
The god of their own creation?
Made in their own image?
He stands in pious approval
Assuring that the sun does indeed set in the east
And that they are the center of the narcissistic universe they have created
The poison of asps is upon our lips yet they drink it like holy water
The truth dies a death of a thousand cuts
It lies bleeding in my hands
A stain upon my soul
In a world that mugs veracity
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