Living misquote groove

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© JoshDexter
I crossed paths with a serpent, he invited me in
Whispers, absent shivers, offered dreams instead of sin
Well, I caught you on your knees, and heard you talking
You must have been praying, or preying on me
I don’t care for who you worship; it is no concern of mine
I’ve seen you look at your reflection; it’s who you love tonight

Your Godless God a work of fiction, one we never wrote
Twisted, taken for granted, a living misquote
You words won’t seduce me; I’ve heard them all before
Open to interpretation, don’t bend me over, I’m not your whore
I trust I’ll get to heaven in my own time with a million steps to climb, I’ll be just fine