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- Amnesty

 

Your words aside, I search
your face, to read your heart.
To know intent and learn
motives for your actions.
Your will is hurt, you speak
in spite, in haste you judge

Eyes that pierce, pierce
through and try to find my faults.
Tounge like a sword, I try
to put it aside but it eats me alive
God I pray give me strength,
To love all my enemies.
And do unto them, as I would
have them do unto me.

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