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It's about spiritual salvation from sin. |
| By A Thread. Begrimed by concupiscence my soul suffered the morbid machinations of my materialist mind of contumacious, dissolute degradation, leaving all caution behind. Conditioned to lechery & dissipation I was veritably spiritually blind. The wages of sin were due to be paid, along with some shifts overtime. The wages of sin is death. The gift of the Lord, eternal life. To a thread of forgiveness my soul clings. The Lord is unlimitedly kind. In a life of penitence for my sins, in a life of abstinence from all things that are undesirable for spiritual life, in humble gratitiude my soul sings thanks & praise for this freedom from vice, thanks & praise for this freedom from lies, thanks & praise for this freedom of mind. |