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May 2014
Oh please let this be a dream
Lord I know you hear my screams,
Free me from my thoughts.
Lord they're around the corner,
Lord they're under the bed.
Lord why did I allow the demons to be fed?
I should have taken you as my guide.
Lord wash me with your blood,
Lord be my sole supply,
But Lord I really want to die.

But....
Your love is stronger than my thoughts, more persistant than the demons.
Lord I believe you can tame this monster, for you have cured the leprous and healed the blind.
Lord I believe you can lengthen my time.
Written by
Alethea  Canada
(Canada)   
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