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Lips, Festering wounds



You have yet to see,

You have yet to feel,

But hear, Oh no doubt you hear.

For is it not true that you have gone death because of them.

Festering Wounds

Festering wounds,

No remedy known,

Perhaps death will come.

Oh, but for not-

As no one will fall,

under the watchful eye-

of the Sun.

Truly I Must Say

Truly I must say-

For such joy as mine-

Is not that of earth-

But that of Heaven.

For God has loved me-

Continues to (even at my worse),

And oh how he blesses me-

Much beyond what I deserve.

Give me nothing less-

Than that of rejoicing-

And prayer-

For any and all Praise

must Always go to God!

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