The Religious Doctrine

by Grunge Angel   Mar 27, 2008


Your words have no meaning
Your voice has no sound
I won't hear you
I don't think I want to

My entire being
One giant hole
Hold out your cross
And burn my soul

God is perfect, all is well
Palms together, face the sky
"Join us!" so your religion will sell
Yet be questioned if all I ask is why

Churches can ring their Sunday bells
and speak holy words from open books
If I don't go, I'm banned to Hell
While all their sins are overlooked

You can have your ignorance
You can keep your narrowed mind
Go ahead, kill people in religious crusades
It's ok, in God, forgiveness is something you will find

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