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My Murderers

They have carried me to the slaughter house and butchered me mercilessly. They have believed what they have done is in the name of righteousness. So therefore, their hearts feel no remorse for my slain soul. Before my execution, they tried to trap me with lies, maze of deceptions and plots, but Jehovah rescued me. Jehovah provided a means of escape for me; nevertheless, my pursuers were relentless. They had plotted, hunt and irradiated. My assassins prevailed - they have conquered and killed an innocent me. I had tried to show them that I was never an enemy, but hatred had consumed their hearts, so they murdered me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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