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Kissing The Feet Of The Def Deity

When you kiss god’s feet, all you get, is dirt on your lips.
When you’re kneeling, he’s sleeping.
He can’t hear a word you say.

If all you want is love, you can surely have mine.
But faith is as blinding as scissors to the eyes.
If all you want is pity, come here, and I’ll hold you in my arms.
But faith will blind you quicker than knives in your eyes.

You’re kissing death but still holding arms up high.
Screaming “Look what I’ve done for you!”
But like a teenager with headphones, he pays no attention.

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