You can damn my God,

You can wish me to Hell,

But what's it to you?

Just a barren prision cell?

I'd take that instead,

I swear I would,

Is there a nail in your hand?

Are you mounted on wood?

But leave my God out of this,

He wants nothing to do,

With a shallow, faithless,

demon like you.


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