This church use to be legal,
Until cia testing became perverted,
Until they turned us clandestine,
Until they forgot the constitution,
And the est. of sacrament religion,
Or ancient medicine men in cages of cash,
This is our church u ask?
Yes and it still clandestinely ours,
Our granchildren's and their children's,
And there isn't much to change that,
This church should be legal,
That why it's the first amendment,
And unconstitutional to outlaw faith
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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