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Saved From Hell

Why don't you just quit this nonsense It's time to give up this very fight He hung from that cross early morning Until the bitter chill of the night Strangers came by to see Him None offered Him one bit of help Torn, tattered and beaten His God came to greet Him Caressed Him and saved His Son from hell

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