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Crusifiction


Laughing, chuckling, giggling... yep they all did! Spiting, hitting, throwing.... there's nothing they would forbid! Walking through the towns as happy as can be, not knowing their sight wasn't in front of them but way beyond what they can see. But ma! But dad! What about my piercings and you know my lashes... Is what teens nowadays cry for. But piercings to piercings and, and lashes to lashes is what he wants us to cry for. Despite all that happened, Jesus is really what happened. SN: 1, 2, 3 Don't everyone start to flee cause only a few will enter if you are proven by thee (pause) Okay let me break it down, Jesus letter dot, dot, dot not literally but basically only a few will enter if you are proven by thee *GRUNTS* He draged that cross for you! But you're lacking behind with your fancy items thinking about you and only you *WEEPING* He's weeping in pain for you But from experience we're getting totaled, wasted, or matter fact simply turned up for our pain. Stretched out he hung for He knew it was soon to come. For our lives was rescues then, but our lives are rescued thin. Stretched out He hung for He knew it was soon to come. For our lives was rescued then, But our lives are rescues thin.
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