Your words smell like bologna. Nothing here sounds good to me.
Your ways are insanity. I can't take that away from thee.
You loved to manipulate the crowd. Shout and scream real loud. Act so proud, hiding from hurting souls in your shroud.
And yet, you act like you couldn't get why I choose neglect for your church is suspect to all the perils you reject.
Your words smell like bologna.
Your hell's not the place for me.
Your life is insanity. I'll keep you from my family.
Did you really think you could control this generation?
Your actions merely receive mocking degregation.
No one will tell me what to pursue. I give honor to whom it's due.
To Jesus and my home. But sure as Hell, there's none for you!