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S.I.N

by @tami-binger

I am here to set up factions that causes separation I have no regards for your occupation Pastor or a member of the congregation I have no respect for time or place, I am the only one who can separate you from the one above You may not think so But I am The root that causes the other reasons, to let it seem that there are more than one reason. Well for this reason, I have all the power to use my own reason, To cause mankind to reason, to reason their own ways and formulate their own beliefs and desires To use that same reason to teach their offspring’s of more ungrateful acts. I am just one word, with three letters Yes, I am that small but yet so BIG I am Anti –God, I am Anti Christian, And don’t get me wrong, I am not just against Christians Because I murder your babies, 5 years and under I rape your precious little virgin daughters I sadomize your cute boys As I said before I don’t care who or what you are No matter how long you live, (Trust Me) I am never far To some I come sudden, to others, I roll smooth, slick subtle. To some I am F.U.N, pure pleasure I am in your music, your movies I am in your heart, all of it. I am what I am. I am disobedience The retrospect of disrespect I must complete my mission till your last breath, Until my death Til there is nothing left. Who Am I? I am S.I.N.
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Published
Sep 26, 2013
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#sin#death#disobedience
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