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Death To Sin




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God accepts' us all
Even the little baby child
He cast thee of robber's
And scourges'
     For them,
Life is just not worth
          Living
Life is not forgiving
      ------
But, He will always'
Transverse the Earth
      -Of-
Decitful feast
      Of wonder
The very which thing
That which puts' man
    All asunder
Leaving me to wander
      ------
And threw His day of
   Reap and plunder
The scourge of the earth
    Doth' not wonder
            -Fore-
All that's left for him 
          Is nothing
All of His empty
    Forgiveness
Tis there by renderded
As sin' is to be no-more
        For-ever and more...
              AMEN

                GF

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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