by DakinderwayRedding, California, USA
Sep 2018 318 Views 0 comments
Cold Reserve
Days ago I died and froze and in the cold my life was lost, but down below beneath the snow my soul was bound by frost. And they're laid and there it stayed until the devil pulled it in. Which goes to show that good will grow, but all is killed by sin.
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Posted: Sep 2018
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