‎Lust knows it. Life and death.
‎Living and reliving,
‎Dieing and dieing yet again.
‎Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
‎Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
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‎Afraid and broken inside,
‎Living and dieing alike.
‎A way to live was by Him made,
‎Yet a way to die by we was made.
‎Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
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‎If demons could reason...