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I’ve gathered an outright store Untold worth, treasures galore Floating, I; aye lost at sea Hoping for what’s not to be Right to be left to myself Nay, pile more atop a shelf Look about, it’s everywhere My judge, I; whitewashing care Lean on clean, unorganized Out, open for all eyes A life’s work, my…
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Take my hand, I’ll bring you down Zero field devoid of sound All you see is all I do Trust in me, I’ll run you through If I had less to give You might have a life to live In your midst souls remain lost Cryptic death at any cost
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Endless times I have said Evil shan’t crowd my head Often times, cried have I Wickedness won’t abide Sundry time You have said For the world My blood was shed Ample times You have cried In grace, trust; in prayer hide
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The great song of salvation? I hear not! The intelligence behind the creation? I see not! The praise and worship of God? I speak not!
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Forlorn, I Feel ever lost Oh, the shame And epic cost Chirping along And wistful song Hollow days Shadows ablaze
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Left to the State a child to educate Turn your back, and you are so slack! Glory in shame and shift all the blame Trace of humanity in all your insanity On your knees the man you please Playing the whore, but look what’s in store Judgment Throne, where all is known God’s Holy name…
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Long for you, and so, I sigh Fair heaven, I may well die Torn by time, a word so dear Warms my soul that you are near In my mind visions so true Once cold heart, nay, breathed anew Passion stays where you are Far beyond the brightest star
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Wisdom is power bestowed from on high To be in default is to live a lie Eyeing the smokescreen of false information Lacking sight, wits claim in revocation Twirl like a cat chasing its tail Look to the Skipper and sing, “all hail.” Majik tricks played on the mind Look the wrong way at the…
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I provide the shackles You provide the need Put them on and look to me A strange twist of fate This macabre reality I have a gift Show you a sign Fear takes hold Your will becomes mine A dangerous match Such is life Unseen terrors exact a high price Reflections of you night and…
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Fleeing from The Sword It advances every day In fear of God’s Anointed Lost in the fray The mind of sinful man Fat with graft and greed Keen to misadventure Subdue those in need Dangerous schemes, licentious lust For you I’ll pray In you I’ll trust Chained to a stake, I’ll be a good boy…
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