Religious Upbringing

By the grace of God, I was born a Southerner
With love of Jesus Christ, born a snake handler
Honest fear of the fallen angel Lucifer
Eternal damnnation bathed in hellfire

And the preacher's words hit me hard
And I am veteran of a holy war
Lost the divine holy ghost within
Fallen christian and spiritually poor

Once and for all putting down the good book
Lighting it up with a bar matchbook
In the eyes of the father Lord I am sinner
Gonna sin so much be the sin winner

And the preacher's words hit me hard
And I am veteran of a holy war
Lost the divine holy ghost within
Fallen christian and spiritually poor

Where do I go now?
How do I find my community?
Can I still feel connected?
What will fill this deep hole within me?

Drugs!
Alchohol!
Pornography!
And increasing debt
In a society and under a government you don't necessarily want to be apart of
But full on anarchy sounds too scary
Even though you have have met some really nice and wonderful anarchists
And read some fantastic literature
But still think a total society makeover isn't realistic for our gullible generation



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Writer(s): Christopher Stott-rigsbee
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