Antivirus for the Body
The art of spin draws a sad picture, innocent, small, and white it starts. Deception breeds for conception, it becomes a sin. Generation sin is out of control, it grows the bill of goods sold, the rest will catch on. Now alter-ego, he wants full control. Hidden identity, attaching to its host, now your spirit shell. Dangerous for the soul, slow walk in a dark hole. Cunning and clever deception with his creeps. Claws clutching your heart, become an expert in the art using the flesh to manipulate. Picture counter fate, giving the vision great everything. Now your strings, a puppet, not in control, in the sunken place, frantically trying to escape. There is only one Holy Spirit, to understand what it is. There are a million ways to lie, but only one way to live. To be free 4 3 2 37 reads the message you want to publish an ad URL, disable, tilion1 written in poetry ...
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