Erica Scott

July 8, 2002 - Florida
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False Religion

And as the letters of my name curl beneath your lips,
I hope they burn like vinegar and drip down your chin.
I hope the thought of who I am wraps your skull like the crown of thorns you love to nag about
When you crucify my reputation,
I hope you think of the religion you announce so proud.
Tell me, does Jesus lie to save himself?
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