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People - what have you done - locked Him in His golden cage. Made Him bend to your religion - Him resurrected from the grave. He is the god of nothing - if that`s all that you can see. You are the god of everything - He`s inside you and me. So lean upon Him gently and don`t call on Him to save you from your social graces and the sins you used to waive. The bloody Church of England - in chains of history - requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea. And the graven image you-know-who - with His plastic crucifix - he`s got him fixed - confuses me as to who and where and why - as to how he gets his kicks. Confessing to the endless sin - the endless whining sounds. You`ll be praying till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count. |