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Oh Mr. Reverend, oh holy, wise teacher and guide
Give me your guidance and heal me
Give me your love, fix me
Give me God, save me
Give me your wisdom, show me
Now take my words and touch me
Grab my heart, steal my soul
Take my love and break me
Oh Mr. Reverend how can this be?
Can this be your guidance, is this so wise?
Teach me betrayal, teach me to cry
Take my life, take my tears
Take my dreams, take my God
Take my confidence replaced with fears
Oh Mr. Reverend how can this be?
Should I be sitting upon your knee?
Images of darkness, death, suicide
Specifically I can see
Scalding oil, knives and guns
Drug induced hallucinations
Now I ask myself; why didn't I run?
From this holy, wise, teacher and guide
If only he wore a warning that said;
'I'm the Reverend that's not on Gods side'
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