I was raised in the apocalyptic death cult known as Jehovahs Witnesses.
When I left at age twelve, unable to pretend any longer, those remaining behind had to shun those of us that shed our bonds of lies.
I choose this heresy.
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I put my secrets
In pretty little boxes
So intricate
I don’t have to lock them
I put my faith
In shiny golden lies
I sew my ears shut
To cover up my eyes
I choose this heresy:
No faith but what we make
No fate but what we take
Taught to hate
The outside world.
That I’m in the end times.
Had to break
The ties that bound me.
Start to draw my own lines.
I choose this heresy:
No faith but what we make
No fate but what we take
No faith but what we make
No fate but what we take
No faith no love
You will be shunned
You turned your face
From the lord above
No faith no love
You will be shunned
You turned your face
From the lord above
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