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I used to think I was a demon But I never left the church Because I had tasted the freedom And eaten of the works I’ve never seen a closed door in the realm of the spirit Never been in the dark on a Sunday morning The light shines I would listen to philosophers gossip about the antichrist Dictionary fueled whispers about free love and cosmic sight But I couldn’t find a library with thicker wisdom than scripture I used to think my chains somehow made me the maker of the prison Gifted in the brain, near insane, from the twistings of the sayings I had adopted Calm because His name, never changed, and I was never robbed of the gospel Lame, but made to walk, so I could talk, but it wasn’t enough I had to prosper My cup overflows, because I know who fills it and say thanks, it’s nice have life since I thought I’d lost it Don’t be fooled Satan was an angel The Glory of The Lord is his alone So when I say I am worse than a homeless man, worse than a blind man, worse than a prostitute, because they fell into their lives while I was trying to force the gift of my life into that rotten hole make no mistake I am not lying I’m telling the truth Because Satan was angel But Glory is a straight line And God doesn’t have any tolerance for angles My life was an abstract painting of darkness and confusion Then Jesus walked into the frame now It seems he was prophetically painting the metaphor of a revolution