Religion

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Questioning Tongues Go...

Questioning Tongues Go Enlightened Ones

I sat in the company of their words
Separate a world in the moment of life,
Listening while...

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often religion is the...

:if you wish to write about religion, you are asking for a debate, all people shall fight for their own...

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Come to me

Come to me

We Christians have a bad rep,
And for good reason.
You'll see us on...

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Son of God

Son of God

Pure as the sea

Strong as the rock

Savior was he

Come to break the lock

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Imams and Born Agains

Imams and Born Agains

Rowdy party crowd
tossing sticks and stones
in their plexiglass homes

Shattering the...

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MESSING WITH MY HEAD part 1

Fantasy or reality?
What is the probability?
Do we really need a god above?

Only the...

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Standing Before the Spirit

Standing before the Spirit
feeling His breath on my face
I wonder what I did
to...

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Word of Truth

All I can speak of is what's been done for me
for while I was incarcerated I learned to be free...

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Draw Near

My God, whom I both love and fear
draw closer Lord, draw near

For my life rests fully in...

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Good vs Evil

Good vs Evil

He who blinds himself in foolish joy,

evil stalks to destroy.

He who kisses love as it...

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God Is Great

God is great, so is Chris Mindfreak

God is no greater then the stench of death

or the...

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Book of Job

Book of Job

Satan told God that Job wouldn't praise him if his life wasn't so good.
But Job proved the Devil...

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Youngsters Are Gangesters

Lustful desires of mind,
Shall one step in!
Eternal vows being tied,
Teens are about...

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SIGN OF THE GUN

SIGN OF THE GUN

You see I'm fearless,'cause I think everyday I'm dying
I don't look to the sky, I stopped crying...

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STAND UP AND FIGHT REPOST

~~Stand Up And Fight

~~Everyday in many places peoples heads with their faces,
Fall to the...

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inkwell dwellings empty.

Call not lunacy,
Thy inkwell dwelling,
emptiness across thy brow,
Thy very frequently...