The straights want to think
They are holy then the opposite
They think they have the holy bones
The other halves born with bad intentions
When the mind thinks of bad
It has already sinned by its thought
Though a person's mind hasn't said it loud
The whisper the Creator will have heard
Yet through the ages of time
The straights always want to rule
Banning those against their style
They will put names to shame them
In the end the straights aren't in paradise
They are all buried deep underground
They will all disappear in their aging lives
What's the difference pretending to be Holy?
The straights and opposites
The sin will always be in circle
It is better to build bridges
Test your faith and live in time
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