Sins of the Country
SINS OF THE COUNTRY
I watched the sign of sin and scenes
like white blood
Without the cross for atonement
But I saw nothing but blank
No blood, no lords, no laws
It was intensifying like wildfire
Never felt like hell fire
It burnt my skin to death
Thus,It was a rebirth
And I came out refined
Spangling like gold.
A demi-god
She is transformed
Holding the scepter
Of Satan.
Behold!
The dawn Of Armageddon.
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