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Less A God

One can hold faith without perfection
The reverse is the greatest deception
Forced to kneel to ideals of the blind
Yet I have seen the heathens return to light
 
Created not for a position divine
Remember your origin of dirt and grime...
How pure of heart, it matters not
It’s where it stands that must be sought
 
Give me the sin
Give me the lust
Make me give in
Make me covetous
I’m no kingdom come
I’ll join the flawed
‘Til I become
Less a God
 
I’ve been to Hell and back, trust me
Suffering the full cycle of decay
Became broken by the tempt of teeth
But never turning the hand of faith away
 
I don’t want perfection
Just a steady heart

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