Face the truth, sealed in lies
Born again Christian with closed eyes
You meet every Sunday just before noon
Listen to others who think, dress, and talk just like you
You force your children, down on two knees
To pray to a porcelain god and make believe
Center stage stands a man of many words who
Preaches forgiveness with a twinkle in his eyes
Soon out comes the basket for all to repent, give me some
cash and I will forgive your sins
©↔EWJ 2009
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