I’ll take a trip down, then one more up.

Finding life between pews and love in emotion.

Reading, the reading of the word.

I believe. I believe I’ve misheard heard you.

I’ll read of disciples, a gruesome bunch.

Finding war in love, and faith in confusion.

Fleeing, the fleeing of the many.

Running for the exits. They say no good-byes.

Why do I stay? Why do they run?

I stay because of what the world heard.

They run because of what the world told them.

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