Discouraged by the tales I could tell
With sparks of memories lighting fuse to these bombshells
We diligently stand pouring our hearts out for her ringing Church bells
While in the background we’re engulfed by the truth of this church Hell
How is it that the snake lost its power when his feet were removed
And yet we’re in the presence of power with what these snakes have consumed?
What’s supposed to be the very thing that one’s heart should approve
Has brought pain towards the ecclesia, something that shouldn’t be bruised
What’s sad is our reactions must be holier than thou
Because the response must be mature to raise awareness, not eyebrows
Listen carefully brothers and sisters, to these words that I tell So that one day your experience with the Church is not Hell
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