Spiritual Confusion?


United States
42° 22' 36.6096" N, 82° 55' 23.7504" W

Like The Lord,
I get bored,
always gettin ignored,
cause my words
Have been poured
down your vocal chords
N you can’t afford
To take what you stored
To put toward
for a new bulletin board
In the house of The Lord
And your landlord
In her Honda accord
Rolls over for the rent
the money you spent
When you last went
To mass on advent n lent
givin more then you meant
To the man you never met
No ones seen him yet
Yea ya wanna bet
we don’t quite get
The example he set
If hes real that is, I guess I’ll see
the words of Lennon Ima let it be


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