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The ground shakes with terror God is on his way
We all need to look in a mirror it is not to play
The lost only feels right with trouble
no matter who you tell
They refuse to see the light and refuse God's help
Every girl i asked out in church reactively turned me down
So now direction basked it burned to the ground
Pray my poems sell well that they are a fad
I need God to indwell i need grace to be fed
Direction should be wise be careful about that
It will break your vice then hammer flat
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