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Can't teach a forgiven sinner, how to repent for their mistakes. Grace them with my presence and they'll return to their snakes. They'll say they're sorry, and then stay the same. I'll let them in, and they'll slander my name. I am not a god, I hold a standard. Match it and be equal, fall short and be abandoned.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Talk of a Queen
Can't teach a forgiven sinner, how to repent for their mistakes. Grace them with my presence and they'll return to their snakes. They'll say they're sorry, and then stay the same. I'll let them in, and they'll slander my name. I am not a god, I hold a standard. Match it and be equal, fall short and be abandoned.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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