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A Forbidden Prayer
The music has run dry, And I can hear my breathing. My thoughts twisting and turning, My heart teasing and bleeding. I feel alone in this empty room, Crowded with demons and evil thoughts. Thinking of the scars of my battles, And the battles I've fought. I have sinned, God forgive me, Don't leave this lost child of yours feeling empty. Please answer my prayers, And let me live cleanly. There's nothing left of me, But my pain and greed Squeezing. Through my veins, In my heart, All I see is black abyss that is filling my lungs and drowning my soul, Have I not paid a price, down this twisted road, charged with an infinite toll? Carelessly Caring for my gashes and wounds, Lying my way to my grave, Of my undiscovered tomb. Wanting what is not wanted, And hoping what is not hoped for, Sacrificing myself going through this unknown door. Carefully I have tried to walk on this thin ice. And with Consequence I have fallen through, and the cold is now numbing my life. Trying to explain with this jibirish, contained with words unclear, Trying to obtain the unobtainable through this poison black air. Where I walk or die from here is up to you God and Lord Jesus. Have mercy on my soul while I pick up my life, of this shattered glass in pieces.
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