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One way saw a why not in a coarse of no end
Days played days as the hands made their stay
Then a large course grabbed the way in the way
"Youre now the center prey to your no friend sin"
That day the hate jagged numbers made hate clear
Their prey helplessly held torn in the pain jeer
When a sudden voice unknown to the woman spoke a hear
"Let the no of this sin throw the first stone in"
As the voice drew in pause with the hand to the sand
The blood thirsty peeled away their craving stand
The voice turned to the woman of all lost way
"Where are your accusers? Nor do I this day
You are free..., go not to this caused say"
Theres a lust before the cost of full enter
Theres rambling lust to stand pride tall
All tunnel blindness to a no heart mender
Then a few words stopped the traps fall
The answer, Jesus Christ, the forgiveness sender...
Reference of better venue, John 8; 1-11