church walls oozing slime

I've thrown away our God,
ate from the table made of sin.
I need someone to preach;
A parable made for me.
The burns were only a test
for the pain won't ever rest
No miracle, when I bowed my head;
never an angel once heard what I said
I need this to work; i need one last breath,
Push down on my chest,
my body can't do the rest.

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