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Yo, I'm breakin' free from the chains, ain't kneelin' in pews,
My mind's my temple, I pick my own spiritual hues.
No steeples, no crosses, just personal views,
Questionin' doctrines they preach, daily news.
I see through the facades, the gold and the glitter,
Institutions like prisons, they make the soul bitter.
I'm my own savior, no saint, no sinner,
My thoughts run free, they're the ultimate winner.
Built empires on fear, control, and submission,
Dressed up in holiness, masked their ambition.
But I won't bow to that man-made tradition,
I find my path, and I make my own mission.
No gilded domes will dictate my fate,
No scripted prayers, no heavenly gate.
I trust in myself, debate and create,
My conscience clear, unburdened by hate.
So I'll walk this earth with an open heart,
Not defined by a building, but by my art.
I'm speakin' my truth, right from the start,
My mind's my temple, my own sacred part.
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