dry bones...
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•30 Nov 2022
thinking to myself sitting back wondering this world and the Civilization that we living in, as we dwell in the end, you can feel the heat with the pressure of sin, gripping all around in the land that we in, but dont be weighted down and no please dont give in, the story of the game as you pass by the rim, now deep soak it in, lonely is a man by himself tryna win, he wonders to his self about the past concious men, locking in his joints like the man built from tin no oil for the soul for the viles running thin now take for yourself heed the days of the end its now not again so real no pretend, He sacraficed His life so that all could come in and paid He the price so the soul He could mend but hard were the minds of the souls He was sent the word man they heard wasted time they just spent the hardness of their heart and the word could not dent, can dry bones live again in the land of the grim in the valley of the dead how can they live again with the mind dwelling dark how will it comprehend eclipsed by the snare from the glare of the dim just lured by the smell of the pot brewing sin and cursed from the birth are the children of men walking on the edge out so far on lim in the darkest of night wit the cold blowing wind nothing to contend tight are the lungs but you cannot take it in snakes in your life but they smile with a grin shots throwing hard but how strong is your chin can dead men live again in the valley of the dry bones how can he live again and constant is the pressure with the majority that bend but stick to the course and endure to the end please hold on tight the end we still in but its still not the end the victory to the righteous and the righteous will win...
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thinking to myself sitting back wondering this world and the Civilization that we living in, as we dwell in the end, you can feel the heat with the pressure of sin, gripping all around in the land that we in, but dont be weighted down and no please dont give in, the story of the game as you pass by the rim, now deep soak it in, lonely is a man by himself tryna win, he wonders to his self about the past concious men, locking in his joints like the man built from tin no oil for the soul for the viles running thin now take for yourself heed the days of the end its now not again so real no pretend, He sacraficed His life so that all could come in and paid He the price so the soul He could mend but hard were the minds of the souls He was sent the word man they heard wasted time they just spent the hardness of their heart and the word could not dent, can dry bones live again in the land of the grim in the valley of the dead how can they live again with the mind dwelling dark how will it comprehend eclipsed by the snare from the glare of the dim just lured by the smell of the pot brewing sin and cursed from the birth are the children of men walking on the edge out so far on lim in the darkest of night wit the cold blowing wind nothing to contend tight are the lungs but you cannot take it in snakes in your life but they smile with a grin shots throwing hard but how strong is your chin can dead men live again in the valley of the dry bones how can he live again and constant is the pressure with the majority that bend but stick to the course and endure to the end please hold on tight the end we still in but its still not the end the victory to the righteous and the righteous will win...
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