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My soul is ill But I'll not find a cure It is infected and rotting Of this I am sure. It bleeds and aches From this sickness you have brought Corrupting my spirit Twisting my every thought Distorting my inner visions And contaminating my sense of sanity Totally destroying my faith In love, life and humanity You are the bringer of pain The lord of heartache and dismay And I’ve become your disciple To your malevolence I now pray Set my soul free From your dark incantation So I may find my way back To the light and salvation I have given you my all And can’t bear another day Of this beautiful chaos And your sinful ways Release me now Take my last breath So I can at last be free Even if it’s through death Maybe I will be reborn Again to the light And then I can rejoice That I’ve finally won the fight!
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Salvation
My soul is ill But I'll not find a cure It is infected and rotting Of this I am sure. It bleeds and aches From this sickness you have brought Corrupting my spirit Twisting my every thought Distorting my inner visions And contaminating my sense of sanity Totally destroying my faith In love, life and humanity You are the bringer of pain The lord of heartache and dismay And I’ve become your disciple To your malevolence I now pray Set my soul free From your dark incantation So I may find my way back To the light and salvation I have given you my all And can’t bear another day Of this beautiful chaos And your sinful ways Release me now Take my last breath So I can at last be free Even if it’s through death Maybe I will be reborn Again to the light And then I can rejoice That I’ve finally won the fight!
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
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