By A.R. Perez

Don’t listen, that’s right, fuck ’em…
You’re the spirit that is genuine,
Free by divine rights,
Sin? Nay, not you, but them;
Sinners point fingers, feed whispers
That peel skin and drip blood;
You dear sisters and brothers,
God loves, eyes with pride;
That’s right, pride for He made
You a firebrand, a true believer;
Sinner, huh, not going to Heaven?
How dare you, sinners are phonies!
Our music is loud to share with Angels,
Our words are lovers, kissing and
Making out in alleys late at night;
We bleed our souls for the weak, and
Cheer victory for the divine thus shared.

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