Lest We Be Damned
The fact of the matter is we ignored the matter of the fact that we were wrong for so long.
He went in the hole inside his soul to find the solution to the pollution that clouded our minds
for all that time.
We just wanted to hear so loud and clear the voice that made the choice to leave us blind for
all that time and apologize for all the years we spent in tears trudging through his lies.
Yet when the end had begun and it was all said and done, there was no turning back to to
the past that wouldn't last to pass our last breath drawn upon death.
So who am I to decide if he dies for his lies and time he thrived on the cries from the lives of
the damned?
Therefore could it be that indeed it was we who blindly did lead society from the reality of us
being damned?
I'd rather forgive and forget than to live and regret the sin that I let rid my request for Him
to just let me in and rest lest I be damned/
So my question to you is: Will that muscle in your chest know best for the rest of tests in the
quest that could bless you in the afterlife?
Or is it up to that meat in your skull to null the dull lull of the hymn of sacrifice?
So let he who's without sin begin to condemn him then, ...
Lest you sould be damned.
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