Wages of Sin
Satan decieves you day and night.
He gives you gifts, that you know just aren't right.
He slides in your heart, mind, body, and begins with your soul, it only takes
one glance, and he will know, just how far he can go.
Through your sinful thoughts, you give evil that chance.
The wages of sin, not at ALL, as light as you think.
See God says, that ALL sin stinks, no size required.
The wages of sin is DEATH, it's in Gods word, this poem is written, just in case
you haven't heard.
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