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Sinner

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Faoiltiarna-Wolf

Published: Sep 15, 2009

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Call me a witch,
call me a heretic,
call me a sinner.
Why should I care?
I live my life,
by my rules,
by my tenets,
not yours.
I believe as I will.
You try to strip me
of my beliefs,
of my rights,
of my freedom.
Why can you not
let me live my life,
let me worship as I choose?
Instead you persecute me,
condemn me,
torture me,
punish me.
Set me up on your cross,
burn me to "save my soul"
but I will never give up,
I will never walk away
from what I believe.
I will not let you corrupt
and destroy me.

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