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Scoffers, skeptics, fools, too far away from God laugh at my convictions and often call me odd. Because my faith is solid because my faith is strong I laugh right back at them and call them wrong. Morals have been lost values down the drain ethics out the window intolerance...insane! The devil throws the dice and wins most of the time most anything now goes what's done is just a crime. It's too late to save them from the lake of fire they've tossed it all away by the flames of their desire.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
The Lost Ones.
Scoffers, skeptics, fools, too far away from God laugh at my convictions and often call me odd. Because my faith is solid because my faith is strong I laugh right back at them and call them wrong. Morals have been lost values down the drain ethics out the window intolerance...insane! The devil throws the dice and wins most of the time most anything now goes what's done is just a crime. It's too late to save them from the lake of fire they've tossed it all away by the flames of their desire.
david-lessard
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
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