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Jun 2014
Follow Me
Follow me to the promise land,
come with me and take my hand.
There is no work, just play,
never any bill to pay.
Good things will happen, in your life,
no more living, on the edge of a knife.
I've played with fire, and got burned,
on the right track, I finally turned.
Take a good look, inside of your heart,
don't let hate, tear you apart.
Trust me to decide your fate,
tomorrow may be way to late.
Can't tell you, where we're going,
but beautiful rivers, will be flowing.
Green grass, everywhere you look,
this isn't a movie, or a silly book.
It's only up around the bend,
this place, I highly recommend.
I discovered this place years ago,
now pack your ****, it's time to go.
When we get there, you will see,
never will you feel so free.
All non believers, can burn in hell,
for I am Jesus, can't you tell.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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