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Spiritual Warfare


I isolate myself alot to have time to think

We all act so carelessly 

Never letting the severity of possible consequences in our minds sink

I think of everyone around me and those I cant see

At the rate we are all going

In the end , will our souls be able to roam free?

Or will we all be detained in fiery chains

Lets look unto hope

But in our society eyes , life is a series of games

I think about the kind of culture we have all accepted 

Wrong is right and right is dull

This is all planned , yet the hidden agenda goes undetected

Many will read , few will understand

We need to change , it wont be to late

If we would all accept Our Father's helping hand

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