Sin
The father of transgression;
Trespases, iniquity is the Claiming of sin.
Sin is a ruly old fragment;
It impure the lifes of the unholy souls.
Sin is the father of disastrous;
It survey souls and imperialize,
the life of the nation.
Sin is the spirit of wickedness;
It avail,It prevail,
It diffuse and penetrate.
Sin does not incure mercy;
But the most high have mercy,
With sin the holy spirit,
Cannot manifest in your life.
Sin is the greatest hindrance;
To God’s success and,
His favors, excellences,
Your words says
The sin of the father
Shall be bestowed upon
The next five generation
With sin,
You kill
You lie
You tie
You die
May the Lord help us?
Resist from sins.
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