You told me to believe, and once I did. You told me HE saves, and that He's the purpose of life. You told me without him I'd die, but now that I don't beleive my every breath makes Him a lie.
It's interesting how I've found happiness with christanity in my past. I have a new virtue and a new myth, a new smile and a beautiful lady to kiss. Sorry! But your lie is not needed here!
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