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I'm your son as it's written,
I seek answers to know why they killed your son though there ain't no answers but various reasons.
Dear forgive me for not believing your existence,
Though there are various reasons spoken I some how refus to listen to,
Am I making a mistake by not fully taking your ways as i'm being told by your fellowship.
Dear did you have a greatest servant who later thought he had power to rule heaven and you sent him rule to rule earth, and soon sent your son knowing he'll be crucified for my sins, those are my questions to you father,
I'm told I shall fear you though i'm confused why because you are my creater, the creater of heaven and earth now why shall I fear you father.
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Sefofane Shabalala
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