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Destroy my ignorance Annihilate my arrogance Scream my sins on the mountain top So the world might know of the evil I have done. So the dead might speak one last whisper Cleansing me of my debt to them. In the presence of something so pure I feel as if my soul lies in the depths of depravity My heart has become a stone stained black by the actions of a lost soul. Send my message to the dead So they might forgive my transgression In this life or the next Be my savior Open my eyes to the wrong I have done And although you look like me Your heart is as white as the mountain top. Save me from what I have become Save me from what I have done Speak to me through the darkness of the night. I do not deserve your gentle kindness But allow me to save you When you have used your own heart To wipe mine clean.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
The Dead Speak
Destroy my ignorance Annihilate my arrogance Scream my sins on the mountain top So the world might know of the evil I have done. So the dead might speak one last whisper Cleansing me of my debt to them. In the presence of something so pure I feel as if my soul lies in the depths of depravity My heart has become a stone stained black by the actions of a lost soul. Send my message to the dead So they might forgive my transgression In this life or the next Be my savior Open my eyes to the wrong I have done And although you look like me Your heart is as white as the mountain top. Save me from what I have become Save me from what I have done Speak to me through the darkness of the night. I do not deserve your gentle kindness But allow me to save you When you have used your own heart To wipe mine clean.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
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