pr(a/e)y

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your preaching is lost on me

your hopes for my future won't change the path i choose

i'm your every nightmare

a sinner defined

a beast unchained with the voice of the dead

so no

i refuse to listen to your words

not if they can be twisted into weapons

come calling for my name when you practice love instead of the hate i witness everyday

i don't need your savior to change me

all i need is my wonder in the world

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