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We've made it this far but where's the progress We preach about love But we embody a darkness The angels of gods stress Can't even imagine what he thinks while he watches Like please god don't let this be my last test I'll change I swear Like I ain't say that the last test Like I didn't just clean my hands from my last mess But if you hear me out dear lord I can promise I'll bow down to you I'll Give my heart and soul to you You own my body but my mind Father I condone to you I'll lower my crown, I owe my thrown to you If you accept me father I'm coming home to you
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
The Angels of Gods' StresS
We've made it this far but where's the progress We preach about love But we embody a darkness The angels of gods stress Can't even imagine what he thinks while he watches Like please god don't let this be my last test I'll change I swear Like I ain't say that the last test Like I didn't just clean my hands from my last mess But if you hear me out dear lord I can promise I'll bow down to you I'll Give my heart and soul to you You own my body but my mind Father I condone to you I'll lower my crown, I owe my thrown to you If you accept me father I'm coming home to you
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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