If you were with me, would you be proud?
If I’m down here, where’s god now?
Is what I’ve done perfect? Have I become flawed?
I guess if I’m not perfect, neither is god.
I’ll chase down that shadow as fast as I can,
I won’t let you down, so long as I don’t have a plan.
Am I violent because I’m flawed?
Am I quite so guilty when the evil is not?
I’m proud enough to hear myself say it,
I’m sorry god, but I’ve lost my faith.
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