Mislead
He sees a church, and then goes in
not knowing what they do.
They look him down, they see his sin;
they stare as they boo.
They think they're strong, they are weak.
The man starts to cry
It was God, he was trying to seek
the church just let him die.
His soul was pure, his heart was weak
but the church wanted his soul.
His eyes so mild, his voice so meek.
He falls and starts to roll.
His heart has stopped, the people stare
he then whispers “seven.”
It was the church, that didn't care
but he still went up to heaven.
The churches fall, they go to hell
the people feel so lost
you watched him die, when he fell
and now you will pay the cost.
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