I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends locked in boxes (That's no way to live).
What you're callin' a sin isn't up to them.
After all (after all), I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins – thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves – thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground
Our forefathers are nothing but dust now.
honestly genius account ever on deviantart
Nah, pretty it's cringe
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It's a troll guys.