Written by Chaka PX Perfect eyes, strangers purity, I lost couny of hidden tears, My distress sins are building, Strong ladder of affliction. I feel like am drowning in guilt, Or rather hanging over my plight, Strange town, same home, What torment is unconfessed sin. I have dug enough, let the burial begin, Who would... Continue Reading →

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