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Sunday Mourning -Sunday Mourning- Its Sunday, Mourning Father may I speak to you now? My sins are pouring Into a cross, about I find my self apologizing For things that aren't real Brother's heartbreak(s) But father's love i feel I sin again, and not yesterday! And retribution, Is like a tittle wave Superstition, climbs in my mind My resistance, please let me find! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory! Your glory, took away my pain Oh your glory, Ill never feel the same! Your presence, blissful i have heard; That Im forgiven, and of that I'm assured! Your word comes, Castles fall! Christ risen; Undead among us all! The purity of your word, Scares away insanity My demons run, Just in sight of thee! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory! I wont forget your glory!

Posted by: TheLastOfUs Wed Dec 05, 2012 @ 08:19pm

"The most bad-a** thing about you,
I heard it on the microphone.
Is the way you suck d**k for bus money
And walk the ******** home"
Portch (Monk)I.E.