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No Escape

by Amos Russel Wells

I threw my mantle over my head,
But my sin had dyed the mantle red,
So I hid my face in my hands instead.

But my hands with sin's leprosy were white,
So I closed my eyes; and that inward sight
Showed the sin enthroned in my spirit's night!

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