Question: and this is embarrassing
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You ever been scared you had no idea what you were talking about?
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Yeah, me too
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Honesty perplexed
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I've lied and so have you, Christians
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Lying
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Like you never had questions?
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Like you've never had a moment
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when your inner dialogues
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were all of a sudden in third person like,
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"Are you really buying this?"
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You're lying
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Like your eyes are one-hundred percent always satisfied by your spouse
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and you don't need accountability
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neither of which is biblical, by the way
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Your eyes are never satisfied
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Us, overgrown primates with egos, lying
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You quote the devil when you declare yourself okay
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You get it but you don't get it
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Like you've never planted your Chuck Taylors firmly in the sinking sand
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You're lying
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We for centuries sing hymns of grace,
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and this is why it's amazing
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And if it's not, you don't understand
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Or you're lying
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Which is why your friends don't believe you
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There is just as much Jesus' blood on your hand as there is his
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You sure you understand the cross?
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Forgive me for asking
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And Muslims excuse my boldness but what if you're lying, too?
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Like you don't ever have questions?
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As if you've never wondered why Allah's ears only hear directionally,
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and if you accidentally point it slightly north easterly then you've blasphemed?
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As if the thought has never crossed your mind
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that the Jihad has interpreted the Quran correctly
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and you are what we Christians would call 'lukewarm'?
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Which makes you much more like my evanjellyfish churchianity would allow me to admit
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And you call me on it; I'll deny it, just don't believe me
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because I'm lying
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I strain at gnats; I focus on silliness; I act like God has joined a political party just like you
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As if you've never thought,
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"What if I was paralyzed and I can't make my pilgrimage to Mecca
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Yet I follow the text better than my whole family?
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Is there enough mercy for me?"
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I know it's wrong for me to front like I understand your theology
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as well as I think I understand mine,
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but I know we can agree on this:
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Something is deathly wrong with us
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And you, smarty pants, don't front
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Like the little you know about our universe
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you ready to draw conclusions about it's origins?
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Maybe we don't know as much as we think we do
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Science still can't explain yawning
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Like you never took your world view to it's furthest conclusions?
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That if human behavior is just what protoplasm does at this temperature,
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then there is no need for humanitarian effort,
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because these atrocities weren't wrong,
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It's just the universe weeding out bad genes
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Them is fingernail-on-chalkboard words, ain't 'em?
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You're lying
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Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're right
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Maybe we'll find out the day after the world ends
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Yeah, I guess we're all a little inconsistent,
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So maybe we can just show each other some grace
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You ever bury yourself in self-righteous guilt?
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Are there fresh tally marks on the walls of your brain's prison,
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hoping that the count of good deeds outnumber the bad ones?
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Are your miserable failures your badges of honor?
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And when you count those tallies,
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and the day the good outnumber the bad,
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pat yourself on the back
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You have joined the rest of humanity
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You, too, are lying
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Like you never thought,
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"Someone might catch me in my contradiction"
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Yeah, me too
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You ever think to yourself,
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"I have no idea what I'm talking about"?
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Yeah, me too
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Thanks to Christopher
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Forgive Me For Asking
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