The end is near
My eyes are wide shut and my heart is rapidly beating slowly. For the time is near all must come to an end. I am patiently waiting for the heavens to descend. The clock is ticking and my souls are sticking. I can not move. I can not run. My flesh is burning from blazing sun. O God help me, wares Jesus your son? Yes the boss. The one who dies on the cross. I cry out his name because I know he paid the cost.
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