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Fathers Cannot Conquer Death

Fathers Cannot Conquer Death

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Published by Derric Saville

Fathers Cannot Conquer Death Derric Saville circa 1984 there I sat, eyes transfixed, deliberating about my past, altering my future’s course, remembering my floundered task, chance I discover my life at last. The sun shone brightly that day, almost in an evil way, I spied a farmhouse drawing near, though I wasn’t moving from my fear, I rolled up to it, as it blew right past, utter destruction, was the end at last. The rolling hills and the parched land, what has become of this glorified man, he’s gone home now, where he should be, like all the rest as good as he, he doesn’t contain the godly might to turn the darkness into light, for he is the same, as you and me, for we are dead, and so is he.

Fathers Cannot Conquer Death Derric Saville circa 1984 there I sat, eyes transfixed, deliberating about my past, altering my future’s course, remembering my floundered task, chance I discover my life at last. The sun shone brightly that day, almost in an evil way, I spied a farmhouse drawing near, though I wasn’t moving from my fear, I rolled up to it, as it blew right past, utter destruction, was the end at last. The rolling hills and the parched land, what has become of this glorified man, he’s gone home now, where he should be, like all the rest as good as he, he doesn’t contain the godly might to turn the darkness into light, for he is the same, as you and me, for we are dead, and so is he.

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Published by: Derric Saville on Feb 23, 2013
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Fathers Cannot Conquer Death Derric Saville circa 1984 there I sat, eyes transfixed, deliberating about my past

, altering my future’s course, remembering my floundered task, chance I discover my life at last. The sun shone brightly that day, almost in an evil way, I spied a farmhouse drawing near, though I wasn’t moving from my fear, I rolled up to it, as it blew right past, utter destruction, was the end at last. The rolling hills and the parched land, what has become of this glorified man, he’s gone home now, where he should be, like all the rest as good as he, he doesn’t contain the godly might to turn the darkness into light, for he is the same, as you and me, for we are dead, and so is he.

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