\n God Told Me to Love
\n By Iaran Frye-Carter

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\n A man at our safe bunker lights one up
\n So I picked him apart

\n I don't live off a deadly crutch
\n Or self-mutilate to escape
\n But grasping this seems a feat
\n That's just too much to take
\n Seeing sorry faces, scarred and soiled
\n Part of me falls cold
\n God told me to give
\n But there's nothing they want I hold

\n I enter the minds of others
\n To see what makes them run
\n To see if they truly feel the same
\n Just to know we're one
\n These tiny lives in bigger pictures
\n Deception, dejection by fate
\n God told me to understand
\n The concept that I relate

\n Inside our sanctuary
\n It's gremlins times two
\n From the time emotions are dished out
\n To where they're received and through
\n A concept of such simplicity
\n A fox in a box under locks
\n God told me to expand horizons
\n It's beyond that, and it shocks

\n Average Joe goes to work
\n Poor Steve can't pay his fine
\n And Vanessa, a wolf with two jobs
\n Just doesn't have the time
\n The tears run down their faces
\n No wonder I'm so depressed
\n God told me to love
\n So I outdid the request

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