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Cinnamon Brown

How dare you judge me
Pretending that above your head is a halo
How? When you're all materialistic and shallow
How dare you tell me I do not know God
When you only pray if you are crying
And with each passing day your sanctified ways are dying
Just because you go to church
and sing, dance, and shout
Doesn't mean God favors you most
Especially when you do charity only to brag and boast
I may not go to church every Sunday
Know that in my heart I have built my Sanctuary
You are always swaering and using God's name in vain
Then 10 seconds later asking him to rebuke your pain
It's a shame that you put me down
and call yourself righteous
Dear the righteous shall be saved only scarcely
So there still is a chance for me.
You on the other hand are the model of hypocrisy.

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