MISNOMER
There is a worthless sort of man that judges others by the sake of they appearance and the company they keep when all alone. This man is murder and he is not my friend and works his worthless fear as he walks bye.
Take it with you to your rest. The end of such a man is judgment unless
This useless man can say his Jesus and be blessed. I have a way of distancing the fear away from me eye simply do not keep the memory of such a man with me. Sometimes eye curse sometimes eye sigh,
oh man,
oh murderer,
Just keep that STUFF you have for me, that murder and that death, and take it with you where you are headed to the fire with you.
Take it with you to your rest.
