The imperfections of her beauty cannot be impeached, the looks they give us when we are walkin' by, its those types of things that make you want to wear the dark shades, razor blades on the Mulsanne, hand crafted in Gods hands, we never ran from the drama, we stayed through the adversity. Demonic mercenaries lurk in the tall grass, but whatever comes our way, we dodge like neo in the matrix, almost thought she was the one, they say you live & you learn, twists and turns before you can make it to heaven, long line, but not too many make it in, God I have faith my kingdom is getting built, unfinished business until your Son returns....
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