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Flee
confined to this endless hole,
there is no rest for my sinful soul.
continuously repeating “this is the last time,”
while the lords heart breaks as he writes my fine.
battle it every day when you were ordered to flee,
how can i run when it has full control over me.
filled with regret and fearing it will never leave,
the lord has warned his sheep many times not to let the wolf in sheep clothing to deceive.
i know when it is staring at me,
for some reason i choose to ignore.
there is a way out to be set free all i need to do is open a door.
you say you fear to be judged by people of earth,
if thats what you fear how about the day the lord judges to decide your worth.
Copyright ©
Robert Moran
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