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Happiness stumbled upon a chapel last night
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside
I’ve got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live
What you calling a sin, isn’t up to them
Afterall, afterall I thought we were all your children
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now

Post By Joel Watts (9,932 Posts)

Joel L. Watts holds a Masters of Arts from United Theological Seminary with a focus in literary and rhetorical criticism of the New Testament. He is currently a Ph.D. student at the University of the Free State, working on the use of Deuteronomy in the Fourth Gospel. He is the author of Mimetic Criticism of the Gospel of Mark: Introduction and Commentary (Wipf and Stock, 2013), a co-editor and contributor to From Fear to Faith: Stories of Hitting Spiritual Walls (Energion, 2013), and Praying in God's Theater, Meditations on the Book of Revelation (Wipf and Stock, 2014).

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