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Jan 27
Perfect, I might not be.
Confessed all sins I've done.
I'm not better than anyone.

From church boy into a church man and folks think we totally different than others.
Oh, separate yourself from the World we are told.
But it's this world that taught me things hidden from us in church.

They speak, they state church man means so very much.
And when we violate that loya oath.
We covered by those without sin cast the first stone.

Sinners can be saints, as saints can be sinners.
I guess some of us fail to comprehend, we're no better.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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