My legs crumble, as I crawl to the alter,
My eyes defiled by *******.. Here my feet is weak and my hands stumble.

I draw the escape,
But I choose just to stare at the pencil..

Erase the bad habit and find that it only makes it worst to fight alone...

I draw the escape,
As I quickly see other utensils

I'm weak father I'm weak!
My eyes stare down at his feet as he chose to get beat for me,
While I was steadily beating my "meat".

Escape draws me,
As I Run....brokenly.

I'm not perfect there I said it!
I need your strength or I'm headed for the tale of the Damits.. The cursed the curses the unrepentant.

I'm so ugly when it gets to this,
Beauty is vain anyway but I wouldn't regret it..

You gave me life just to live it,
And death just to see it.

This is my prayer
" Father forgive me and all those nights I came except coming to you..I...I regret it.
Lord I repent and I don't want nothing to do with this!
Draw me close to what is heaven,
I honestly need you
Jesus...
I'm desperate.
No longer will I run to **** and the world to help me for my ignorance.
I see that there blinded with it
god I stand here to night saying...
I'm forgiven,
Give me your spirit for I know that will settle it...
Help me
Save me
I need it ...


I admit it.

I'm dangerous