The heart of the matter has become twisted truth
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul love your enemies as they suffer from hate it is time to bury the hatchet in words When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave This personal death and abandonment has created in many an individual fear in the shame one feels is within that being judged by their own sins
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