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We are full of it , the stain of corrupt stained. flesh , that should haunt our every being . It is what we live with , and feed until like an unwanted guest stares at us from the corner of a room and fixes its eyes  on us , helpless to its gaze .      It cusses and dam s us , Corodes us  until its acid rain rust particles form . It's. Rebellious   Angels drag us down to the way of Cain  , Like The way of Kora we stand unflinching. A spot on white gloss , like a muscle needs fibres  to tear , Blood to pump , Oxygen   to breath it is starved of such things . A worm burrows through timber , as water seeps into wood , Is only fit for wood to be burnt , Set ablaze into the nights sky , and carbon fills the earth . Like the toxins of cigarette smoke , Into lungs no longer fit to breath It's like a ticking of a clock , Yet it bothers us not , Lot and Sodam understood it not , and death is its grim reaper ,    An olive branch is cut off , Thrown into the flame , Yet one cup can cleanse a dying soul Never to be thrown into the fire . Sin .
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Sin
We are full of it , the stain of corrupt stained. flesh , that should haunt our every being . It is what we live with , and feed until like an unwanted guest stares at us from the corner of a room and fixes its eyes  on us , helpless to its gaze .      It cusses and dam s us , Corodes us  until its acid rain rust particles form . It's. Rebellious   Angels drag us down to the way of Cain  , Like The way of Kora we stand unflinching. A spot on white gloss , like a muscle needs fibres  to tear , Blood to pump , Oxygen   to breath it is starved of such things . A worm burrows through timber , as water seeps into wood , Is only fit for wood to be burnt , Set ablaze into the nights sky , and carbon fills the earth . Like the toxins of cigarette smoke , Into lungs no longer fit to breath It's like a ticking of a clock , Yet it bothers us not , Lot and Sodam understood it not , and death is its grim reaper ,    An olive branch is cut off , Thrown into the flame , Yet one cup can cleanse a dying soul Never to be thrown into the fire . Sin .
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
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