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Rotten Fruit

Hear their voices heed their cries behind closed doors their terror lies he left the stage and the public talk but when home its principles mock Day to day they live in fear he's such a good man his children dear but in truth he's Jeckel and Hyde for acid are his inners and sugar outside They dream as children for a fathers hug but in private their back to the rug the pain and conflict have left their mark for current is hopeless and the future dark He said they'd not believe you true and thought a liar you would be should you expose him and what he do and what he started at age of three The place where they were broken should have been a safety zone where the tenets of love are spoken but empty of practice home Rocks hidden in the rivers but turbulence not rare just beneath its surface with the children drowning there If you require another witness get the children that exam the dna would damn them publicly remove that harmful man Why do you whip the victim and let the culprit free the results from the doctor would condemn him publicly No shepherd of the flock is good if he not protects the sheep by oath you are bound to "truth" and the commands your owner keep The perpetrator by God convicted but the shepherd who does not pursue the "truth" will be exposed his negligence will be caught John 10:1-18 Matthew 7:15-23 COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC

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