How will I get home

Intoxicated, with all of the lies
Stories and beliefs about past times
I’m sick, don’t know what to do
Because without the truth ill never have a clue
Wondering what’s really true
Instead of one story; I get two
I try to read but I get bored
Wishing I could find out more about my LORD
They keep saying read! Read! Read!
But I've already tried
And I heard 6 different stories about how Jesus died
I’m confused which one is wrong
If I don’t find out how will I ever get home?

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