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2 Corinthians 6:2

I will kill him tonight.
A person who has never done any wrong.
I will crush him quick, and drain him dry.
He has longed for this day, and for so long.

His sin was he loved, he cared.
Now he will be thumped for this, and dazed.
I tried to stall him, as for this, he was to be slayed.
Salvation will be hurled upon him, as his arrogance always prevailed.

Enacting the hangman, I will carry the death to him.
But the sinner resides in my own soul, hence I will, solely, be the victim.







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