The Quest
In the continuous quest
To find my place
Materialism left my mind in a haze
And lead me astray
-But-
What must I do to let my soul rest?
Long after my body is laid upon a casket and buried
Material things hold no weight, so what were my worries?
God gave us free will
To choose between the righteous and the forbidden
My body is weak, my spirit is willing
And temptation still has me sinning
They say God is merciful …
Will the gates open for the most wicked sinners?
After a life of vice repent and pray for forgiveness,
Forget spiteful beginnings?
Where does that leave those of us in between?
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