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When he calls again, Do Not pick up the phone, do not wonder about lips that judge ignorant of the fines he owes. When he calls again, Do Not throw the phone, you have ran as far as runaway thoughts, a shattered screen won't carry you further. When he calls again, Do Not scream at the ringtone, the cacophony of broken sounds will not chip away at the memory of his sins. When he calls again, when he begs for forgiveness, DO (Not) tell this manchild that to forgive is mercy,   and only God grants mercy.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
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When he calls again, Do Not pick up the phone, do not wonder about lips that judge ignorant of the fines he owes. When he calls again, Do Not throw the phone, you have ran as far as runaway thoughts, a shattered screen won't carry you further. When he calls again, Do Not scream at the ringtone, the cacophony of broken sounds will not chip away at the memory of his sins. When he calls again, when he begs for forgiveness, DO (Not) tell this manchild that to forgive is mercy,   and only God grants mercy.
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Sep 2, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
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