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Daddy


Its calling you back for more.

Its destroying you,

and your trust

How can you be happy?

Knowing what you're doing is wrong.

Knowing that now you won't have a place at his table.

What makes you think you can stand before God,

When you can't even stand on your own two feet.

That one little sin caused you to go back for more.

Now you're addicted.

To what you drank.

And sin.

 

 

 

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