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The Atheist I Am
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Peak #4,013
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Dead Profanity (Joe C)
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Yes
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September 14, 2005
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Pain n' disturbance; Everybody’s faced with a purpose To make somethin’ outta’ they life but in my case its assurance That I’m gonna’ succeed and make everyone hate me; discouraged And jealous looks will come across they face and greatly determine If people are willing to do away with race if we learnin’ As individuals united we can break these occurrences When we ache n’ these dreams rush…n’ hate oversees trust 95% of ya’ll turn to your paintings of Jesus To maybe fatally ease us…or save and release us Then again…who knows exactly what an atheist dreams of? Lemme’ see…to start off everything we face is obscene love Stereotyped to black clothes and made into mean-mugged… …Hyprocritical devil kids…patients of green drugs… With no common knowledge you people blatantly scream stuff What you say we believe…ugh…yo take it and leave just… Know I’d give myself credit before I gave it to these f*** s Drained of my worth…I even would have prayed if it worked But there wasn’t anything I could do…I Stayed in the worst… Position…where my patience was jerked…I’m waitin’ to burst Facin’ the burn…This heats tearin’ at my face n’ it hurts I remember when I looked back and engraved in the dirt Laid my name…and it stated that my relation to earth… Was imitated and turned…discriminated and pur… -Posely ruined..…made to look into my fate and reversed Any chance that I had…it greatly ate at my nerves But was never aware for a second this pain had occurred It was numb to my touch…damn haven’t I stumbled enough… …Now my main concern to concentrate and stomach the rush… …That’s been bubblin’ up ever back since I wanted to run… …Away from the same scenery…but now my fates eatin’ me My place easily escapes from the wrath of the great speech of thee… …Pieces of late Priests…while ya’ll grieve at these traits evenly…
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