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thetigrisriverflows · 2 years
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Romans 3:13
The mouth of the world is and open grave speaking sentences of death. These stone hearts are engraved with darkness, no repentance.
    The swirling tongue, spins words off the taste buds as if it were ball room dancing. People drenched in acetic spit. Why do they allow themselves to sit in the cell I once was in?
    Belligerence... I rebel against that Cell that once I made a sell to. A sell of time, that fell through. So, I grab the sword of the spirit and battle the demons I was compiled to.
    Betwixt, the midst of my heart I have excelled truth, and now I carry on, the persona of the Lord, my actions only revel proof.
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