I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends locked in boxes (That's no way to live).
What you're callin' a sin isn't up to them.
After all (after all), I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins – thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves – thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground
Our forefathers are nothing but dust now.
In real life, we could all be equal.
But in the internet, there will always be opinions.
An opinion on anyone, or everyone.
It's common now to these days.
Just weird to see that 2> people with opinions are actually equal unless they change.
There no offence on what you're reading right now.
I'm sorry on what stand you are in right now.