In the darkness of justification, words get lost in the blackness:
Nothing happened at my church
It wasn't my pastor
In the courtroom of excuses, empty words ring hollow:
Well, what can I do?
It happens everywhere
Fear, denial, self-protection, unspeakable pain, personal and
systemic illness remain, and the greatest of these is.....
$3 Billion payout
Feed he hungry
1,000 children
Care for the poor and helpless
We don't believe this is widespread
And the truth will make you free
I'm sorry
Too late
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Author:
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