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Deny Thy Maker

Rain upon my lips Blood within a kiss An iron curtain Wrapped around my chest A pacifist balls up his fists Ready to fight Every day is a gift But every second a curse One day closer To the gates of oblivion My maker stands there Perplexed by my lack of faith Perplexed by a lifetime of scars And a lifetime of denied blessings A desolate cry dies in my throat Held captive by loving eyes Deny thy maker Deny my maker Blood within a kiss Rain upon my lips

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Date: 2/17/2021 12:47:00 AM
Indeed, everyday is a gift from the MAKER of life, the Creator God. Let's trust Him (John 3:16). God bless you.
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