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   Blood   Lines
There's  a  blood  line,
That  encircles  me,
Not  visible  to  the  human  eye,
But  satan  clearly  sees.

Outside  this  holy  blood  line,
Naught,  but  pain  and  death
lays in  wait.  

I  bid  you  come  and  join  me,
In  this  circle  of  His  love,
All  it  takes  is  Godly  sorrow,
And  belief  in  his  shed  blood.



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