Dear Pagans
- michaelbray
- Nov 21, 2020
- 1 min read
Dear pagans Got to flee fornication! Ain’t no use to wonder why! We all gonna die And face the Judge And He won’t budge About His Law. Gonna claw You right down To the ground Like a hound. He will chase you ’round And ’round ’til You are found Helpless. Get off the run. Bow to the Son.
0959 on 21 Nov., 2020
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