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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

    Remember the accused man on a cross,
    Who never murmured to a world lost?
    Wo…wo, is evil that hung him in shame;
    Man’s wicked actions are to blame.

    “You scratch my back; I’ll scratch yours.”
    It is becoming to a society–more pure.
    Wrongs will not improve…by a retaliation;
    Foes contending, will lose the sensation.

    Hate is an angry master, that multiplies;
    Festering sores–by descending lies.
    Once a falsehood aggravates things real,
    There’ll be no escape, but only to kill.

    Love spied accusers–with stone faces;
    Pretentiously, they deny true cases.
    Jesus didn’t come to hate and condemn,
    But to draw repentence…unto Him.

    I’ll see me–in Him, thru a humble shanty;
    Begging His power to relieve my scanty.
    He scratched my back…so many times;
    Tho’ condemned, he cried not a whine.

    Alas, I’ve learned a valuable lesson by you;
    “Two wrongs…do not make a right!”
    Perchance, you gain honor in what is true;
    You shall then emerge–a holy light.
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