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I was created unfinished, pliant, I was made for you, By God, Now he looks down in your smirk, And hopes he coulds still cut my feet, Too late, I can afford the cost of kneeling, faith.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
Faith
I was created unfinished, pliant, I was made for you, By God, Now he looks down in your smirk, And hopes he coulds still cut my feet, Too late, I can afford the cost of kneeling, faith.
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19/F/Kenya
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
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