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Hands be Bound with Ropes and Shame
Fervent

Lonely nights
Tears...Face down
The carpet pressing
Red lines in your face
"Change", they say
"Then God will love you"
But not as you are
For you're not like us
Our sin is ok
It's acceptable to us
But abomination
That's what you are
Don't you know
God hates you
Just for being
What he created
Is there any hope?
Could God love?
Ask the tears
that desperately flow
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