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Weeping messenger

Face crack Hands keep stave And image turn horror Now separated from earth Weeping around Far away you are carried By the ungrateful And deceitful death No breath, no voice nor feeling In the lake of tears I watch the scene Hope your soul be in the right hand And your memory book keeps my name Though you left me in this ungrateful and painful world, But Please Tell The Lord About The Struggles On Earth. It is no longer the earth he created And tell Jesus we await his return Because earth is turning into hell. I call my weeping messenger.

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