Throats As Open Graves
Indwelling
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No one is righteous
They all fall so short
Only through their faith will they not be condemned
Their throats as open graves
Tongues that practice deceit
The poison of vipers is on their lips
And the hearts of his children are turning to the dark
They're mutilating his very word
There is none righteous
Not even one
No fear of God before their eyes
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