In My Black Church by Ecnephias
A feast day
the same old feast day �the same old fucking feast day
People who now pray �people who now pray
People who despair �despair
People who believe �what do they believe in?
People who then cry �cry
People who never think beyond
Lives who never laugh at life
Their feast comes
The same old fucking feast comes
Mouths stuffed with vain prayers
Drowning in despair
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