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Christmas 2004

Christmas 2004 By: Tom Wright 12/04 Hell will not flash as a powder pit And then see its embers quietly die. Nor will one scream just for a bit But for eternity will plead and cry. Then, there’s remorse over bad seed. But in eternity it’s become too late. And though for mercy one may plead Response is void from heavens gate. At last, a thought of Christmas’s past And the gift of Christ, one never gave. How sad that when life was o’er at last Death’s sting was felt beyond the grave.

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