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Strangle Hold |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Blessed beyond a fortress mansion Set a stage and do a trick Keep it straight But line it up Follow the lines to where they cross Find the Cross a sign of God Its here inside the fool Established, its forever It'll always find you Run run run no where to go Slide down this string And you're dangling here I can climb down But the tree has arms and slings and rope Grasping, holding, a tight squeeze Such freedom He doesn't want you to have Your promise in the promiseland A gift of God Evil fingers are so long and their nails are sharp They hold beckoningly Longing for you, your death right here Disturbance let me go Welded together the fingers are firmly locked around your throat Trust Jesus He doesn't lie Who am I? The nets around me, comfortable choke Thr enemies name is Satan a.k.a. "The Stoopid Angel" |
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