I don’t cry rivers, I cry floods
I don’t thrive on pain, I crave for love
I don’t reach for kisses, I’d rather hugs
I lie a lot but still want and expect trust
I believe there’s a heaven but don’t believe that beneath me is a hell
I live on it everyday, those who misunderstand are to blind to tell
I don’t believe the fiction in stories, but I try to be open minded to the
Bible
I don’t depend on the undependable, but trust the unreliable
I don’t believe that everything should be broken up into wrong or right
I don’t believe that the one and only God was Jesus Christ
I don’t believe that Mary was a virgin how could she produce life
I do believe that they changed it so they could make it seem like she did
nothing wrong
I think the story kept changing as people kept adding on
How in the world was people back then able to live for eight hundred and
seven years
When people are blessed to live up to one hundred now-a-days and here
I do believe that people are punished and the sinners will be next
I don’t quickly give respect right off back but I do demand respect

 
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