not in buildings or crosses made by man

judge mefuck youstop playing god

your forked tongue propheciescarelessly caressing the wounds of the week

people like you should be crucifiedthen maybejust maybeyou ll have an idea

of what you are talking about. my only solace is that one day

judgement will come for the wickedthen we will see who burns

raise you headsunclasp your handsyour weakness makes me tremble

true strength comes from within and were given this life to livenot exist under standards

set by some bullshit rule book what prayers of yourswere ever answeredby degarding others

spare me your bibical back peddling nonsense for the people that you ve hurt

and the being you dishonoryour fall from gracewill finally justify my means

judge me and now you are me and what s worse you are now a traito to your god

tell me judashow does it feel to be looked down upon

sinners like youshould be strung up from the highest tree

you judged me and now you are mestop playing god

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