Life is tip-toeing through mistakes
Half written on a perspective that is half true
Giving birth to repercussions
Of one really fucked up day
The misusing and accusing
Of a promise trying to be unmade
And I’m so sick of Christians
And so is Jesus, as it turns out
The poetry of the bible swallows me up
From the pastel writings on a hallmark cup
While I’m
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