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Lay my soul out on the table, I am Cain and my brother is able to please God with the things he brings and oh my jealous heart won’t sing One cold day out in the field that devil came and I felt him reel I took a stone and I threw it down now my brothers blood calls from the ground. Now the Lord came down along my road I hid my face He could not know "Bring your brother out to Me" but I do not keep him now You see. A thousand years have passed and burned and my bones to dust have long returned and scatter over fields that grow to do what I did with a stone.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Cain
Lay my soul out on the table, I am Cain and my brother is able to please God with the things he brings and oh my jealous heart won’t sing One cold day out in the field that devil came and I felt him reel I took a stone and I threw it down now my brothers blood calls from the ground. Now the Lord came down along my road I hid my face He could not know "Bring your brother out to Me" but I do not keep him now You see. A thousand years have passed and burned and my bones to dust have long returned and scatter over fields that grow to do what I did with a stone.
ryan-bueler
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
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