format-br0kenwings LEAVE THIS HERE PLEASE.
These four walls of Farnworth
are closing in on me.
My final meal is
over;
they're gonna set me free.
I can feel the fires burning
as the devil guards my door.
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
on a cold jailhouse floor.
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Please don't remove this!
