They preach to us, Cleanliness to be akin to, Godliness But that’s just skin deep Not quite righteousness.

O’ but behold, where is your hope? It takes more than a fresh bar of soap To cleanse ourselves, so dark spirited From all our stains, self inherited

Come now, bathe in faith and you will see All these marks we find in thee Become awash with the sight of freedom You may now enter thine enlightened kingdom.

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