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We all must be ready for the ends of our times, For death does not waiver so neither shall I. And when my hour comes; Ill look to the next life, For death’s "final say” is merely a lie.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Final Say
We all must be ready for the ends of our times, For death does not waiver so neither shall I. And when my hour comes; Ill look to the next life, For death’s "final say” is merely a lie.
zackbobo
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
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