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have the irresistible urge to yell to the heavens.
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Each word a lick of fire.
Scorching the minds of the young.
Leading away the stray,
Into the circle of trust.
I preach,
`God is God, he has all power.
JUST TO SET YOUR MIND RIGHT
He is a being that would not need any worship.
A God who needs worship, does not sound right.``
I get the lookers, the onlookers and the pushers
running straight, pitchforks, torches and guns
Just a blaring.
Yelling to the skies so high.
`Sorcery.` Evil` `Faithless`
I just sit and wait, twisting and turning insides.
No backing away
No hiding
Just waiting.
My point will be proven.
I will be in the martyr.
I will open the eyes of million.