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The Unpure


There is a voice, avioce in the wind can you hear it? The voice is not of this Earth but, another land where sin is no longer an act commited and sadness no longer exsits, a place above the clouds within a kingdom unseen by man and indestructable. An this voice bears witness to this place and will aloow me to come in but, to enter this holy kingdom I have to be pure of all sin. So I'll live my life from day to day on a sinful place with sadness and pain so that I may enter this kingdom and be blessed with the gift of eternal life and happiness. This kingsdom I speak of is like no other but, it is the kingdom of God that sits high upon the clouds and above the sun hanging right over the Earth.
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