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A brief encounter in the city of sin,
In walks the devil, isn't she so beautiful?
She says "I hear they grow nice things in Texas,
That will mind-alter your perceptions..."
I correspond the secret, no, respond with a smile.
Don't believe my lies, I've been known to let you down,
In practice, I preach it's better not to offend than to change a life.
Forgive me, I've sentenced you to die.
As it all comes down to this one thing:
I know my faith it is a lie.
It's not nerves that I won't speak
Nor the apathy within me.
She chose or HE chose and if I speak will she be culpable?
I've had it up to here now,
I do this all the time.
Make war with my insides and insights that blind
And I know that you are the way the truth and life!
A gift freely given;
And I know You know...