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Sinner
I feel a pain sear through my head,
bloodied rocks tumble to the ground.
Sinner, Sinner, covered in red,
searching for peace that’s not yet found.
I lift an arm to shield my eyes,
blackened blood trickles down my cheek.
From myself I try to hide,
to God above, I cannot speak.
“Child,” a hand’s placed on my shoulder,
“there is no need to be in pain.”
He lifts...
Sunday 6th October 2019 6:05 am
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