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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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