Crown of thorns. Jump rope with the Messiah. Never seen sorrow till that day. I hate him, he wants to hate me. A weakness shown. I cry. He should've been a friend, but all for not its to late. My shoes want fit. His souls are to worn for my beliefs. Its better of this way.
Reason for writing:
The fact that religious faith has became nothing more than a trashy talkshow with images like Buddha, and Jesus beomg both special guest and host.
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