Honesty Separates the Wheat From Chaff
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood
Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus
Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul
love your enemies as they suffer from hate
it is time to bury the hatchet in words
When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters
Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth
Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant
do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave
This personal death and abandonment has created in many
an individual fear in the shame one feels
is within that being judged by their own sins
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