▪️~Praying for the third time~▪️

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On our knees once again, the neon lights over head casting shadows around this holly land.
We band together as we sing, sing to a figure that may or may not hold the key to freedom, we sing louder. Hope one of us comes out a winner.
All of us are sinners, we shall repent, let his light in.
His version of reality is sick. Sublime, overly comfortable- it's a trick, it's always been trick. Why don't they see? See this is a false reality- merely a fantasy, not real, or is it? We won't stop till' they find the truth.
Yet there may be nothing to behold? Feel his fiery ruth; ignoring the clear risk. Tsk tsk...
We go against his beliefs, 
now we're finally free.

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