Who Will Come For Me
May soul trapped in its own vault my flesh can't get away from pain
The dignity i have to do better runs hot throughout my thickest vain
The screecthing of my nails running against the black board is yet to your ears sounds of my revange
The silence of air when it blows stiff is to you death from the lethal surenge
Let me stop there and go no farther
Now shall i tell you as one feather thus my soul and i flock together
To you what i call evil shall not one weapon against me shall prosper
In the depths of my words is my power
As the clouds over me get heavy and it rains my sins are washed away as i shower
As i pray before i sleep to the one that will come for me like a thief in the night
For yet and no lie he will come for me and his name is Jesus Christ
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