been forevea since/ the day before but never agian/ the pain endured acceptin neglegenece from bed sores/ got me dyin face the courts lyin wit face to threshin floor id be lyin say what im face wit i havent face this before spendin day feedin of his amazin endless splendid treasures just restin in the lord in essence its flesh at war wit spirit its not intellegience yet world loves contradict the majestic text and would never support these lyrics its evident im dead to sin the best is in store im crowned wit lord and what i spit is purtogese to these critics yet at expense of one whos flesh was torn my debt was hacked in half as teh palced c rowns of thrown on beatin brown like cats nine tails leaves gashes in his back beat yet didnt speak out his flesh was twisted cause a love for messed up misfits hung as spt trickled beat visage as crowd giggled blood poured out and trickled kicked ridiculed such agony fo rmy forgiveness such anointing was ointment that touch gideon when they debate goin face to face wit inmate sin fait of intrisicate worldy ways endless hate begins to dislpay syptoms of pain lust apoointment crush touch by hand of god never a disapoinment sickness within sickness is cleansed dont be shiftin friend or be like shiftin sands thats camoflague peace. your gracious and glorious and deaths sourc