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Feb 2016
My father who are in heaven,
Holy forever is your name.
Let your mercy rain,
Cleanse our sins.
Let it be done on earth,
As it's in heaven.
Purify our souls from sins.
As I lay me down to sleep
Onto you my faith I present
Within my souls lays thousand of sins,
You know I'm far from perfection,
That's why I'm asking direction,
and your protections.
I know I'm not who I used to be,
But I'm a better person then who I used to be.
Thou be a critic or bias toward my life,
Within your hands I present as I seek
Forgivingness upon their life.
Long life, happy family, and a brighter
Future unto them.
May their path always shine
And your guardians never leave their side,
May your eyes always shine upon my family,
Friends, and love ones.
Bless them all.
My life I present to you as a living scarification,
After all I'm merely a failure.
When I bed and fail to wake,
My soul I want you to keep.
And your forgivingness
Something I would seek.
Until then this life of mine,
I present before you in acceptance.
Robbie Kwia
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Robbie Kwia  St. Cloud
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