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Dabbling in to faith such a serious note, Corrupt is on the throne considered the God, Blindfolded our eyes, all the words mistranslated and misconstrued, I don't wish to speak about this heavy subject. It weighs heavily on my soul, are they true or hollow? should I listen, learn to who do I follow? Cannot trust my brother in this century, Then are those people even holy, undue glory? Sudden storm in my mind pressure very unkind People are on divide Just blow on the horns Whispers of taint Rumour mills manufactured urgency ungraded, my faith repents the spirit latent.
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC
Faithfully yours
Dabbling in to faith such a serious note, Corrupt is on the throne considered the God, Blindfolded our eyes, all the words mistranslated and misconstrued, I don't wish to speak about this heavy subject. It weighs heavily on my soul, are they true or hollow? should I listen, learn to who do I follow? Cannot trust my brother in this century, Then are those people even holy, undue glory? Sudden storm in my mind pressure very unkind People are on divide Just blow on the horns Whispers of taint Rumour mills manufactured urgency ungraded, my faith repents the spirit latent.
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC
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