When I the cold at the root of my life should not feel, the hanging end of the noose not remember anymore, you could pass judgement about me and easily peel my faith off my heart. You are stingy, false, just move to gain a minute advantage, remain but mute, when all people are concerned. You have the eyes beyond yourselves by television sets and illusions busted. Correct your own children, before you execute justice.
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