Spiritual Death
You claim that you are a friend of mine,
but inside of your body, I find no peace of mind
You possess no hapiness so you seek to take a piece of mine
I may be locked in your jail but I'll be released in time
I was conceived in your womb of hurt and it made me insane in my birth
But even when Satan uses me for his work, God helps me to maintain through your curse
It's painful for me to believe that the only time that life has worth is when life goes back into
the earth
When I'm sick and tired, I want to sleep and rest in that belief
Because if I die painfully, I'd rather enjoy that stress than your relief
Even though my family may be accompanied by grief,
I hope that God will shine light on pain being my heart and mind's chief
And I hope that He'll forgive me for falling into your hellhole's depth
But I believe that He knows that while your demons controlled me, my spiritual freedom
cried for help
And when the time comes when tomorrow denies me breath,
I want you to know that death is in your grave because when you buried me, I died inside of
myself
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