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sins of my father killed two men, at the age of eighteen shot them both on Old Quaker road then walked all the way back home sins of my father entered his house gun in hand sat at the table, stared at the door waited for the end, no tears shed sins of my father hours had gone and past by sheriff finally rolls down the drive to take my father for his misdeeds sins of my father left that gun on the table greeted the sheriff at the kitchen door nodded, an shook hands with his fate sins of my father mother cried and sisters wept humiliated for a families deeds broken home leaving no hope sins of my father hung him in the morning on old scaffolding his face read of no heaven or hell mama and her children no longer cried sins of my father id take the sins of my father forty five years spent sinning he left eighteen years to repent
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Sins of My Father
sins of my father killed two men, at the age of eighteen shot them both on Old Quaker road then walked all the way back home sins of my father entered his house gun in hand sat at the table, stared at the door waited for the end, no tears shed sins of my father hours had gone and past by sheriff finally rolls down the drive to take my father for his misdeeds sins of my father left that gun on the table greeted the sheriff at the kitchen door nodded, an shook hands with his fate sins of my father mother cried and sisters wept humiliated for a families deeds broken home leaving no hope sins of my father hung him in the morning on old scaffolding his face read of no heaven or hell mama and her children no longer cried sins of my father id take the sins of my father forty five years spent sinning he left eighteen years to repent
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
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