Everything only exists for your eyes to see Give fuel to those who want more to be Your religion stifles, your return to old times Stabs me in the eye with a fork with old tines Here we are in a time and a space where women no longer "know their place" A time where I can finally marry but I won't vote for a politco who tries to parry You can run but you can't hide, you can but you can't say You can't make your own way You cannot do this you cannot go flat you cannotr impose your own morals And be like that I can't understand your reasoning for your alliteration All your bible-thumping crap is just discrimination There's nothing in the bible Just in your head and you being an excuse means you're brain dead So it begins to be seen what it is you would do forsaking your kids for being gay? They aren't disgusting, just you.Birth sign: Aries
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