The children play on the swings

The children play on the swings of pain ever learning from defiled teachers, and then grown up composite of influence, we will begin again to perpetuate a rebel nation for you to live. A generation of unrepentant sin. Woe to the crown of pride, you think you wear it well your foolish pride. As time rolls on the end gets clearer I see, your adding pieces to the puzzle that's creating me. Now I must end, even God cannot mend these pieces of my broken heart until I give them.

Hear the word of the Lord, you rulers of Sodom; give ear to the Law you people of Gomorrah, hear I pray you. Wash you and make you clean. Put away the evil of your doings, far from My eye's. Cease to do evil, learn to do well. Learn to seek Judgment.

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