Desperate Remorse For The Unsaved: pt 3

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You, as you break my heart-

We promised, we promised;

You- promised me.

And now all I can do-

Is tell you the same truth, until it changes,

And He cannot.

All I can do is tell you that death comes-

With a high price of wages,

That cannot be bought

But only by life taken, destroyed, and condemned.

Don't you know that it is only without Him-

That you can be condemned?

So why would you depart...

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