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Debts...

There are debts that need to be paid.
To the heart beating with a mocking smile.
There are mistakes we all have made.
Snubbing the aftermath and drowning them in the Nile.

But in the long run, they float again..
Bringing with them the sweetness of gross pain.
There, in our heart, we suffer in silence.
For seeds we've sown in gross negligence.

We secretly try to amend.
In places where incertitude smiles with a scorn.
We live our lives and try to blend.
With the trend.
Yet, those debts linger on.

Like Parasites sent on a secret mission.
These debts try to blur our goals and visions.
Perplexity larks with our heart.
And redirects our mind towards the wrong paths.

We hope there will be a Savior.
That will bear the burden, take our cross.
We try to take pleasure.
In crapulence, adding to our flaws.

But the debt, however, was paid in full.
The burden he carried to Calvary.
The Lamb of God was made the tool.
The new testament, that brought all.
To the Sanctuary.

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