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Apr 2013
They were Dante's doors I saw
and they were opened wide.
Devil dogs and demons too
all stepped in to outside of hell.
The mission bell was rung as the Pastor slowly hung to death
the fiery breath of Satan baked upon his face.
Hail Mary full of grace
take my sins and put them in the ******* bins
and I will sin no more.
Dante's door has done for me
and I can see the error of my ways.
Praise the Lord and all of that religion stuff
just get me far enough away
so Satan cannot call to say
'you belong to me'
I've repented can't you see?
and though it was a quick decision it doesn't need any revision
I will be good and read the holy book.
Please don't let that demon f*ck with me..oops.
well I expect you've heard much worse
Have you ever heard my verse?
I rehearse you know
please don't let the Devil know
where I am.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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