"I run with the pack, with every freedom. I am god,
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selfishness embodied strong enough to build this
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mountain. A barrier you're cowardly to call by it's
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proper name." I am a man who screams aloud as for I am
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nothing, humility exercised honest enough to humble
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any man who seeks peace. And I call it by its name.
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"jealousy" It turns the kindest of men green with rage
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and eats them from inside. I've climbed your mountain
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and found it to be no more than a mole hill compared
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to the hate you harbor for christ. I'd call it by it's
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name if it had one. Rebellion against faith based on
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it's failed followers. A rotting fool tied upon our
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necks that carry the blood of the crusades and the
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misunderstanding of homosexuality. Ammo, nothing but.
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A different time and a different language for a
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different people. Where morals were a foundation and
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not controversial. I am a man who's screamed for far
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too long and near the end of his rope. .
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