Think I made a mess of it, this one
Won't come out in the wash
A problem with the press kit, written
By an army of lesser gods
No ink is indelible
After a 40 day rinse
You're so evangelical
So eager to convince
Everybody needs to speak
Babble on if you please
Is inspiration divine when
Under the influence?
The whole is only as holy
As the least constituents
Misquoted at length on evil
No one was supposed to drown
Think I made a mess of it, people
This one won't wash out
You'll be fine without me here
We got off to a rocky start
As the oceans disappear
You only hear what you want
A character assassination
One helluva hatchet job
Never could fit in your alphabet
So seek me in the stars

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