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What is Faith
My anxiety Is anxious,
Hurried, and worried
Cause I ain’t shit,
When terminal philosophy
Is ancient
The loss of me is near
And dear to the point
Where they prefer
To refer to me as
Saint Shit,
I’m only saying this for
The sake of friendship,
In turn I’m on a tirade of
First come internment,
Strong bonds got me
Holding on to the basics
The type of advice
You recite to old souls
Who barely know they’ve
Grown too cold to taste it,
Satans sold on his illusions,
Holds me close and
Hides my fears so I can’t
Lose them,
Who knew the evil
Was in us too
When two dudes can
Hold a girl down and force
Her to strip bare,
Collects her family hostage
And coerced her to take nudes,
The world can be so deceitful
No receipt
And no sequel,
No exchanges could ever
Be made as equal
And anything after this
Is a lie they spread in steeples,
This has led me to believe
That even our God is evil
