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May 2015
When we fight for survival
the people turn to disciple
they never opened a bible
false preaching of idols
Yes, this worlds so vile
as we sit back and smile
or do we sit in denial
I guess we find out on trial
when we come face to face
with the creator of grace
just what will you say?
Are your hands washed away?
Cause every choice has a consequence
like every life is significant
I fight for the innocent
Even though I'm not heaven sent.
Written by
Joe Standish  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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