Reprimanded for running in church
Can’t believe that’s a bother for him
A chance I’m just too late for my flight
You have my doubts about original sin
Do you think your righteousness
Could pay the interest on my debts
Do you think these reservations
Could table these nameless threats
Negligent wagers with my mouth open
The peanut butter made it jam
One day I’ll jog back around the pulpit
Two thousand years belong in a trash can
The Inflection Point 
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