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In 100 days
I'll be 100% alive
When I die
And you'll be
Hell's shitstains
It's hard
To be an angel
In a world of devils
Too stupid to understand
You're saving them
On the surface of the waters
No time to repent
You chose black methods
Now you reap of death
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I judge freely
On my spiders web
Built of fine cloth
Clean like me always

You tried to drown me
Call me filthy
Wash me in your sanitizers
I never needed you

You made yourself a bargain
Be my slave or die
You judged me for a flargen
I repay you in judgment.
They took righteousness for granted
Because they did not care
Creating hell on earth
And damning themselves to eternal Hell
Because they did not love
And they abused saints who stood
To defend their own lascivious greed
Lying to mask it in honor
A deed which can never be forgiven
For the untrustworthy are ****
And though they try to equate purity with filth
Even if they were but a test of the mettle of the saved
They will burn for what they did
So that it never happens again
And the angels shall have eternal life
Because they did not care for their own shallow lives
But gave all for an ideal
--
The angels loved
That love was stolen from them
The saints cared
And the devils reveled in worship
******
Do not inherit the kingdom
Liars
Burn in eternal fire
I roll joints with raw tobacco leaf
Smooth like Sonny and Cher
I'd tell you where to get some
But then you'd pull my hair
PAY
Abusers, stepping on my bliss.
They pay for every second.
For every penny they stole
Every nuisance they wreaked
Every coupon they made a hassle
Every tax
Every charge
Every slight
All will be held due
All to account
Every bill.

You owe me fifty seven billion dollars.

You will pay the full debt of every inaction.

Abandoners, betrayers, thieves, your torment will be a thousand fold the crime you committed against others.

Trust me, you won't redo it.

Hahahaha
Ill deeds receives just duty in fees
Someday human women will all wear bridles,
The proper attire for ****** and horses.
The flamin vale
Child of God
Angels don't bend
The sword not break
PO
There are fish
And there are whales
And there are ****** aplenty
Ordered to jail.
Sin
Frivolity is a sin
of waste
'Later bonita', whispered the angel to no one.
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Enjoy Hell
I guess
You worked
Really hard
To get there,
There where
The potlucks
Serve you
On the menu
With au jus,
Fresh shredded
Pork ****
Every day
Consumed wholly
One bite
At a time
For eternity.
"Good luck"
You said-
Beauty, Beast, married twain.

Lion, lamb, whole again,

Sun in Cancer, switch's bane

Free o' folly, words a-gain |

Poison Somber, dues to vain,

Vein of coraline, flowers rose.
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