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judgment day


 

 

the heat flowed through my body

my tears dripped along with the sound of still

 

how could i have done that

got the wit and evil to kill

 

as i stand before the god on judgement day

i saw a glimpse of heaven and there i hope to stay

 

i never went to church

i never sat and prayed

 

i longed to kill and torture

and on the bland streets i strayed

 

the holy father was no fair

but i understand his story of my life to tell

 

the heat flowed through my body

.....in hell

 

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