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Little Chapel On the Hill

False prophets, not saints Hide behind crosses Judging the whole world But forget their sins, Or can't remember Every Sunday, Seethe in glory Backstab and lie Never repent, Their actions; Are imp-like Spirit is dark In Hell They might..... Burn!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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