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PERSUASION


The narrow way leads home
None love the way
But for the home we all walk

Victory the ticket to a crown
None love to war
But for the crown we all conquer

None need the sun
For the destruction of cold and darkness
We plead the sun

like a gun we await trigger
None love to gun
But for the trigger, we gun

To be save none sees it efficacy
But sickness and death persuade
We sing the psalm six

©oladecious

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