You think you have the touch of God? You can talk with your southern accent And place your hand on poor people's heads You say all things are possible Stop screaming man You're heart is full of lies God will take people whenever he pleases You healed the man's lungs And the ladies high blood pressure But if you were real I wouldn't hav buried a friend From cancer When he was twelve fucking years old
Reason for writing:
Another one of those early morning Praise The Lord kind of stuff. Not the real stuff either...The "Buy This Book For $25 and You'll Be Healed" crap. :rolleyes:
Birth sign: Libra
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