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spirit and sanity
Since I cannot sense a name for God
power will stutter out of my mouth
In the old days it was the Village Church
Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin
In the middle it was a wasteland, dead
Then I saw God and everything changed
Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me
Angels came in plain clothes to erase me
No-one left even though I tried to kill me
In the attire ...
Tuesday 21st April 2020 1:37 pm
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