Blood Or Money
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What is it that you want from me?
Is it blood or is it money?
Is it love or is it cruelty?
I can never live up to the ideal
You want be to me, Do you have
To bring it up incessantly?
I'm no Jesus Christ;
No holier than thou.
I'm no King of kings;
No sacred, Eastern cow.
All the true feelings
You've denied will return
To haunt you sometime.
I refuse to entertain
All the lies you hide behind.
O you claim that your faith is strong,
But to me it's just another crutch,
You use to lean upon.
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