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My Life


When we walk this life, life is very hard for us

Unwilling to be crusified, sin of death burdens us

where I God I ask myself every dying day

unwilling to be saved by love i shut myself away

more the like the pharisees i eat away at Christ

chopping down away the good i know is true in life

pokedotted bedsheets i lay my head on top

wondering bout the truth in life maybe truth is God

 

Xbox, ps3 life is just a game to me

waiting till the time of death, starting over again you see

life is just a reptition its my daily chore

but i found Jesus Christ on 0 8 2 1 10 the door

open up to me i could finally clearly see

thanks special someone Jesus Christ has risen me

 

Living with the trinity want to be in divinity

giving thanks to the king who crusified his life and then he died for me

my story's just starting, what about yours?

Don't ever doubt yourself or you'll be lost and more

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