| Hung from a tree, the face of all truth and compassion, broken and nailed.
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| Bloodshed and death, the price that was paid, but your eyes are still veiled
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| How can the truth of His words be so tarnished by lies? |
| You were the target of
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| snakes; |
| now they cover your eyes
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| This is a warning to all… «I never knew you» is not a metaphor. |
| You want your
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| perfect life; |
| there must be compromise
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| «You will know them by their fruits: well, this tree is fruitless, barren,
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| rotted away. |
| There is a place created for demons; |
| there is a Hell believe Him
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| He’s seen it
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| There is a purpose for warnings of old; |
| there is a war waging on for your soul.
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| «I never knew you» is not a metaphor
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| The way, The Truth, The Life, He was the compromise. |
| «There are many rooms»
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| but your house is crumbling, falling, burning away
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| See through the lies, beyond the black, blinded victim of unholy attack.
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| No other name will snatch you from the fire, if there is another then Christ
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| is a liar
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| He is the gate; |
| He paid the cost. |
| The key to the Heavens was hung on a cross.
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| He is the one mighty to save, conquering death as He walked from His grave
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| Blood… Royal Blood… most precious blood, but you still want more…
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| King… Father God… most Holy Christ, truly I tell you He is coming back for His
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| bride not a whore
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| Universalism is a Lie! |
| Whilst there is breath in your lungs, pray for cleansing. |