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With His nail-scarred hands,
He wipes all my tears away.
And sweeps them into the sea.
The Sea of Forgetfulness.
Where He has cast my sins.
He washes me clean through His Blood of Sacrifice.
He wipes the tears from my eyes.
With His nail-scarred hands,
He washes me clean.
He wipes all my tears away.

I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am free.
He wipes.
My tears.
Away.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."--Rev. 7:17.
I'm being mechanised
integrated into modern
mascenery
which is a take on machinery
and it's the best I could do.

think I am through with
the cuckoo clock,
I am being touted as
new on the block,
but you know that I'm not.

I'm being marketed
packaged and sold
told I'm a failure
and that doesn't work for me

I get the message though,
being in is the new out
I know.

Computers
sharp shooters,
there's a reason they rhyme
but machinery don't have the
time
to explain.
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