Nailed
They Nailed me to the cross,
the cross of deceit and shame,
It went straight through my heart,
with blood flowing and my pulse
my pulse slowly fading
they laughed as they watched me die...
They tortured me and killed me,
my soul was dead,
and my self esteem was low.
My eyes are tired and my heart,
my heart has given up it just wants
to stop beating but the beating,
the beating just won't stop.
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