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The Words of a Sinners Drunken Pen
Take me to where the sun is bright and where my eyes can see even in the night. A delight to indulge in heavenly beauty may not be free, but oh lord alter the price for me. This world that I dwell in is full of sin, which impedes out efforts to win. Gold,silver and the finest jewels couldn't compare to the greatness within, that I fell so near in times of despair. A feeling that I dear not compare. The snare of the devil is near. His power is strong, but not as strong as my superior. Therefore his tricks can never make me inferior. So my eyes is so well connected to the virtuous path. As I realizes what lyes within my self. The keys to power,mercy and help.As I embrace all that is good I understand who i am and who I can be. I can see the sweet picture like candy. I can see the land were blades of grass point aggressively towards the divine sun. I can hear the land where trees of wise old age sing beautifully, when the gentle breeze brush against an olive tree. A sound that calms the sinners cry.A place where there is no sudden death,corruption and pain,but just peace.Never the least,take me to where the sun is bright and where my eyes can see even when its night.
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