Lords Grace
As the grace of my lord invade my segments
my soul stears from satins decent
with his hateful lament
and his constent resent
the feel of my soul is in malcontent
i never look back at the shadows in black
but insteed look ahead at the living dead
for I will never become blined to the wise mans sin
for he can lead me to sin again
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