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People are baptized,
Because of the dead;
They are sanitized,
Back to life instead.
So what will they do,
If not coming back;
And if death is due,
From the faith they lack.
If death is for sure,
And cannot come back;
Was it the wrong door,
For the faith off track.
In constant danger,
We are always in;
For in the manger,
Anecdote for sin.
I swear on my pride,
Which Christ our Lord;
And He lives inside,
Cannot be ignored.
I face death each day,
In which He gave me;
With eyesight the way,
Just how I can see.
If the dead are not,
Let them eat and drink;
As their bodies rot,
Tomorrow they sink.
Let no one deceive,
Come back to the right;
No more sin receive,
Remain in His sight.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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