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I Am of Dirty Soul Soiled

He's wearing his skin from the outside in full of sin And even though he bleached his mind and heart His choices that is chosen mallesons corrupt stinks So he covers up with sin soaked clothing impart This the life he's lives he inhale exhale sin He walks and talks sin He cries and spiritually dies sin He's falling he's gotten up put this Telltale grin He's falling but he now risen he knows now how to begin Yet and still instilled he doesn't talk to the mountain Paul is fellow humans tell him to Go Tell It on the Mountain I go to my closet strip myself of my clothing I go to my closet clear my empty out my heart and mind Go to my closet and pray forgiveness and salvation No I am washed my sins Cleanse from my spirit to my soul Washed not I'm whole

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