killing horus

What's the point of praying
When your to far away

To hear me

You never answer questions
Cause you don't have you own voice

To speak to me

We've all
Been mislead

Mis guided by your point of view
You own eyes decide to chose
What I see
What I belive

What if I'm
Not buying it
What if I'm not buying it

You recomend this novel
With words that cann't be proved

They can'nt be proved

I frown and turn these pages
These words can'nt be erased

Can'nt be erased

The whool is so blinding

The whool has covered up your eyes
These years of faith have bocome lies
As the truth comes pouring out

What if I'm not buying it
What if I'm not buying it
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Posted: Dec 2011
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Lost times man

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SundaySilence
Somewhere down the road, in your later years, you will realize the power of Jesus. Think of him as the DaVinci of all time.
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