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Money consceous in precise.
It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog,
My whole life was set on clock,
Narrow way wasn't part of my want...
Broadway was a prioritised sort,
Fire in my heart shows Golliath size,
Nobody knew David would be in God's eyes,
In spite of leading classy trites, 
Those mindset later got rot,
Smoke from coals couldn't permit me to tie a knot,
Obsessed with pride,
Led innocent men to evenly backslide,
Holy scriptures for staunch believers,
Mine was published with fellow deceivers,
The spiritual babes get enticed to scheme lullaby, 
The truth,how many of them is ready to buy?
Our living is likened to the adventist of ghost Apes,
We hunt for corpse in caves,
Without thinking of ours in graves,
Home of tribulation will I enjoyed divine pain,
That's when nothing will be left to slain,
God please hold me from the prey,
For in you will I be saved.

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