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Jul 2014
Knives and chains bind Me tight
How could You have fallen So far from heaven's light
Come back, Come back.
release Me, bring Me back to the light
quit this haunted life
lay down Your life
Lay down Your bones
turn around, turn around
go back to the grace we once shared
Bones, knives and chains
torture a soul to the core
and leave the soul's blood streaked on
the walls of eternity
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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