Preacher

I was a preacher man
Who had a daughter
She ate the forbidden fruit
The devil brought her

My deception became exposed
Webs of lies incinerated
She saw the ugly truth
Of war and hatred

It was based on consequential irrationality
No one could interpret with moral reality
Before you convict me of hypocrisy
Please see that I
Cannot make you immortal

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