HolyrollerA Chapter by Shawn PurcellA look into deep rooted hypocracyA little thunder rolling Across a Tennessee plain. God's cross in the distance A world hiding in shame. Doubt, And just a little bit of vision. Just a little more suffering To this world that’s what you owe. Bloody hands and clean robes Lies and secrets no one knows. Does he see the light When he prays for himself at night? Cast the dice, Like a law man on the outside. With no control and no fear Fates left to the divine. Out in the desert cold Many will die tonight but It’s ok if it’s for faith If god is on your side. Chorus Holy roller, Your greed sickens me You return what you give Receive your sacrament again. Holy roller, Your lies sicken me Your lies sicken me Holy roller. No, he doesn't heed a calling Because he knows he'll be redeemed. What's a little blood To the throne of the king? Stained glass eyes, Dirty windows of the soul Hypocritic smile. It’s ok the door is closed. He thinks he knows the way. Eternity not today. Live for tomorrow And your soul will be saved. © 2013 Shawn PurcellReviews
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StatsAuthorShawn PurcellUnion City, NJAboutI am a twenty eight year old writer who just recently switched gears. I spent eight years actively trying to make it as a musician, with very limited success. Even though I was not economically s.. more..Writing
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