Twisted Hymn
I sing of praise to a crooked faith
Leave me crazed, each breath intakes
The will to – yes, love me better a mess I wept
I breed new concept, yet bleed old testaments
My heart bestowed and hung from rosaries
Beseeched with blasphemy by every soul close to me
Indoctrinated with wayward Sunday school teaching
Manipulated while radically believing
Blindly now, I hail my deity steadfast
Hatefully drown in the purity of dead past
Draped in sin, I fear only abandonment
I, loyalest follower, doubts the very commandments
So help me, my God, silence thine twisted hymn
I’m atheistic to love and it’s all because of him ..
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