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Sainthood

I make my case for sainthood knowing all that I've done is no good. My mortal coil feels it needs  spoiled can we perceive I believe that it would. I walked in the Valley of the dying while trying to watch those that fly high and deny that they're buying time  in their life that they deserved all strife  and sell themselves a bunch of discharge truth vile and rotting.   You think the all knowing always knowing always going the extra mile with all styles.  they pile up the acts of deficiency how vile all the while you comprise the sins of the wise and utilize your human ties to what truth they leave you and perceive you to be that which can never convince through Devine style.

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