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Why does sin linger at my porch as if I know not what it brings... Destruction has eyes of fury in the eyes, it stares me down My door swings open at the wind of malice but shuts at the remorse of guilt Ashamed of my roots, my being is questioned do I deserve it? No, How dare I... I am not to feel as if I deserve, but to feel out of gratitude to push on as if my breathe was to go a top everest longing for the day of ever rest with my Father I beg, do not scorch me I am wanting to diverge, Though my home has a porch of dirt that snaps at my ankle while I escape my door shuts... It's too late evil has entered, we are back at the start. My cry is loud Lord My wailing is a top the waves I know you hear me, I know
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Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
Freedom is a place
Why does sin linger at my porch as if I know not what it brings... Destruction has eyes of fury in the eyes, it stares me down My door swings open at the wind of malice but shuts at the remorse of guilt Ashamed of my roots, my being is questioned do I deserve it? No, How dare I... I am not to feel as if I deserve, but to feel out of gratitude to push on as if my breathe was to go a top everest longing for the day of ever rest with my Father I beg, do not scorch me I am wanting to diverge, Though my home has a porch of dirt that snaps at my ankle while I escape my door shuts... It's too late evil has entered, we are back at the start. My cry is loud Lord My wailing is a top the waves I know you hear me, I know
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Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
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