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Sep 2010
Accepting the truth might cost your physical life

and if it doesn't, you might soon wish it had

by the time it's done with your wife

my daughters don't talk to me

they think I'm bad

now I'm free

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that hurts a lot

but not nearly as much

as would the pain of their lot

when the dead in Y'shua are raised

for I live not the lie that ignores nonesuch

just to gain mammon and eyes that are glazed
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