My heart is violently choleric
It yearns for disaster
Pride has made a wretched fool of me
I am consumed and bested by my sin
I deserve death from the Son of Man
My mind is a slave to self deception
I am mocked by my own words
Blind guides follow me off of this cliff
Sorrow is my biggest fan
My will is a den of thieves
When it's all about me:
This life is cold and dreary
The bottle is always empty
I am guilty in front of the Accuser
I feel death at my doorstep
So, I turn to let them inside...
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
My heart is violently choleric
It yearns for disaster
Pride has made a wretched fool of me
I am consumed and bested by my sin
I deserve death from the Son of Man
My mind is a slave to self deception
I am mocked by my own words
Blind guides follow me off of this cliff
Sorrow is my biggest fan
My will is a den of thieves
When it's all about me:
This life is cold and dreary
The bottle is always empty
I am guilty in front of the Accuser
I feel death at my doorstep
So, I turn to let them inside...
The Accuser relates to the Devil. 'The Satan' is not a name, but a title, which literally means, 'The Accuser.'
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