Church Building Be Rid Of
Church Be Rid Of
They died and went to heaven above;
Where each one can enjoy God's love;
Was such a scare;
Bullets everywhere;
Church decided to destroy and are rid of.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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