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His (v2)

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9/6/2017
Concrete shoes
unable to move
a mind filled with nonsense
my soul, His to use
Grabbing me tight
he blacks out the light
his devilish mercy
I have nothing to lose

Speeding to Hell
His love swells
granting no comfort
a single tear wells
Obliging to him
we are kin
the train stops
I pay for my sins

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