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SINNER
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Death is near he can smell your fear
Satan claims your soul
Your sins have paid the dreaded toll
You think of your life and all the bad things you've done
You pray to God and Jesus his only son
But they can't help you now
Because your on your way done
DOWN TO HELL!!!!!!!!



