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Published on Dec 5, 2010
I was dead, in the seas of error and sin, drowned. I was a slave in the shackles of sin, owned, fettered. The Shaytan passed his rope down to me from his many ways. Sins, I would go to them sunset and sunrise, The sins attacked my skin then bones... then veins. I was enrolled in the glitter of the star of this world. Truly, I am in need of rain, purifying, able to clean.