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Moros Eros

Jealous Me Was Killed By Curiosity

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I am not too safe with my conscience flowing
Under me
But I'd rather be misled than have insanity
Stained-glassed windowed saints judging and
Looking over me
Overindulgence in lies and sin has got me worrying

How can I
Feel safe
When I am not the prodigal
Son of God?

I am not too safe in the presence of the crucifix
In such a holy house, how could you be serious?
Behind closed doors, the priests are just as secretive
As every last human being on this cold dark earth

How can I
Feel safe
When I am not the prodigal
Son of God?

How can I feel safe when I am not the prodigal
Son of God?
Or any of the above? This test
Is getting harder by the day
And I am ready to give up...