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Decaying parts Live zombies Ungodly bodies made holy again Are you still alive? Though I know you to be ashes stashed in the broom closet, how is it your skin still walks this Earth? Unattached to me, but grasping onto a stranger. If they wish to pull the heart from their chest, will you die again? This imposter wears your skin as a sweater. If he sins will you too, be a born again sinner?
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
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Decaying parts Live zombies Ungodly bodies made holy again Are you still alive? Though I know you to be ashes stashed in the broom closet, how is it your skin still walks this Earth? Unattached to me, but grasping onto a stranger. If they wish to pull the heart from their chest, will you die again? This imposter wears your skin as a sweater. If he sins will you too, be a born again sinner?
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
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