The Perfect Lie

Four walls are easy to hide behind when you have the perfect disguise.

It can’t be a holy place when entrenched in lies.

My Savior died, while yours is standing at a pulpit, crying as he dumps water on the floor.

This isn’t a church.

This is a burial ground.

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