We put them on the cross
a crucifixion craze
Then we cut their tongues off
Listen to their screams of pain
Orphans don't deserve to talk
So id like to keep it that way
Cut there heads off
Wrapped in bed cloth
With a swipe of my blade
The blood was spilled
Promise fulfilled
Now our sins are repaid
Were saved.
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2022 12:15
- Category: Forgiveness
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