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Aug 2018
Workers of lawlessness, you think you know him
But you pray to a dead god; a god of fantasy
A false god of the pharisee
Thinking you'll be in a place that's heavenly
But he stops to tell you, "You don't know me."

You looked at the door, but there was never a knock
You thought your heart was flesh, but it was still a rock
You felt so Godly, but you follow the crooked path of the folly

Cause a wolf in the herd you still are
But still you don't know his name
When he called from afar
Only his sheep came.

Matthew 7:21-23
Being Christian is more than following rules, dead fishes can go with the flow too.
Cingyeng Vang
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Cingyeng Vang  18/F/City of Roses
(18/F/City of Roses)   
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