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My skin burns when it comes in contact with the air the air contracts and hinges my soul my soul lays locked stuck in this subhuman lot stuck in sodom sin grows upon them the the wolves lie in sheep their skins bloodied deep looks deceiving angels looks but demon feelings whilst i stay here and rot a demons look but a angels heart Lord i call out to thee answer if you can here me i know you can you made me why can't you hear my plea we are all suffering dearly the world is lost without your help lord we all grow burned from the deciving lies of the wolfs lot their lies lead the sheep to the wide path but those who look like demon that suffer lots those who endure find the narrow path whilst it be low it leads to paradises lot.
