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Sep 2016
By default
Through sin
To the devil
I was in dept of This
My quaint spirit

There's an ever-growing universe of sin
One who's boundary you'll never see
No matter how deep you swim
Unreleventing your Olympic swimming skill
This vast sea of blackness
And death
In that blackness
And death
Jesus paid for my bill
To that loan shark
Strapping This, to the most buoyant life-jacket
Swimming This, out of this sea
Where This, was lost, dead and couldn't see.
Only by Choice.
Riptide
Written by
Riptide  M
(M)   
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   Doug Potter
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