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Nov 30
Oh, how proud you stand.
But the road you tread
It leads only to damnation.

Lies are a sickness,
Even in jest, they corrode.
Truth bears no disguise.

Every false word
A dagger to the soul,
A wound that festers unseen.

Clean yourself, for God’s sake.
The sin clings to you,
The filth surrounds you,
And you sink deeper still.
a preach rather than a poem
Selwyn A
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Selwyn A  17/M
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