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Sinners blood layeth on the floor.
To cleanse thy heart, thy spirit a whore.
For thy hath lead thyself astray.
Now is thy tilst dying day.

What not thy had, thy did not know.
What not thy did, thy did not follow.
What not thy knew, what thy had lost.
Thy soul mates arm, was thy cost.

Now thy live, thy life in vain.
With not to offer, with not to gain.
With not hath known, in God's name,
Until hath lead thyself tilst shame.

Sinners blood hath closely offended,
on thee's soul thy hath befriended.
Thyself is sorry, for thy mistake,
For thy hath also, thee's soul mate, take.

If thy hath one prayer, thyself would say...
"Please Lord, taketh thy life away...
Give thee strength to stay awake,
For thee is needed for Heaven's sake.

Thy will follow and guide thee through.
Thy will learn, what thy should hath do.
Thee will knoweth, what thy already knew,
For when thee ascends, belief is true..." - Amen.

- Jenna Balkin