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Place of Mind ~ My mind seems to often drift,  Enough to let one confuse, So much of the inner soul sets to lift,  Thoughts of empty thinking for one to amuse, My lids over my eyes will eventually close,  One of God's given rules; Of every single spirit must arrose, He makes no man as they are fools, He created the human soul, and these are his rules;                 Life is not given to you, it is earned, In Death,   Life is not taken from you, it is returned,                 To **** by using the words of his name,                  Shall regret, by saying it in vein,                 The only holy son, wept his tears, and                    shed his blood,                  For he stayed silently on the cross, and                    left to die but took the blame,                  When disbelief brought storm, the                    tears & blood were washed away by rain,                  Since then, life hasn't been the same.                 To be of woman, as Same as                    to be of man,                  Represent our soul and he'll lead                    us through the sand,                  To be guided and taught, as part of                    his life's plan,                  Walk with him, but don't forget to                    ask him for his hand.                  Give respect to all, in every                    matter and form,                  Your life will appear more magical                   like it was the day that Jesus was born,                  Don't let it wash away like it did the day of the storm,                  Only one chance to fulfill your spirit,                  Stand back and listen, I think I hear it...
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
~Place of Mind~
Place of Mind ~ My mind seems to often drift,  Enough to let one confuse, So much of the inner soul sets to lift,  Thoughts of empty thinking for one to amuse, My lids over my eyes will eventually close,  One of God's given rules; Of every single spirit must arrose, He makes no man as they are fools, He created the human soul, and these are his rules;                 Life is not given to you, it is earned, In Death,   Life is not taken from you, it is returned,                 To **** by using the words of his name,                  Shall regret, by saying it in vein,                 The only holy son, wept his tears, and                    shed his blood,                  For he stayed silently on the cross, and                    left to die but took the blame,                  When disbelief brought storm, the                    tears & blood were washed away by rain,                  Since then, life hasn't been the same.                 To be of woman, as Same as                    to be of man,                  Represent our soul and he'll lead                    us through the sand,                  To be guided and taught, as part of                    his life's plan,                  Walk with him, but don't forget to                    ask him for his hand.                  Give respect to all, in every                    matter and form,                  Your life will appear more magical                   like it was the day that Jesus was born,                  Don't let it wash away like it did the day of the storm,                  Only one chance to fulfill your spirit,                  Stand back and listen, I think I hear it...
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
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