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Opening The Door

I met these guys from some true religion
And they told me how they were saved
How they were saved
by the light of their lord
Jesus Christ!
They told me
Over and over again they told me.
Their eyes lit up, They kissed clutched, spewed each others words,
With anxious anticlimax.
From what were they saved?
These poor crucifix fixated christians.
I wish there was a christians anonymous.
Some quiet way to save me, from their salvation.

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