I could bare a thousand screams, A thousand wounds, scars and burns.
I could **** a thousand men for a moment in the eyes of god.
What I wouldn't do just to carve a crevice out of the world
Just to show the mark of a mad man craving truth.
Put a knife straight to gods eye if it meant the blood I shed made one less person cry.
I've beg for forgiveness and broken every bond looking for an out.
I've come again trading my soul for a chance for others to hear my shout.
You'll be ok.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
I could bare a thousand screams, A thousand wounds, scars and burns.
I could **** a thousand men for a moment in the eyes of god.
What I wouldn't do just to carve a crevice out of the world
Just to show the mark of a mad man craving truth.
Put a knife straight to gods eye if it meant the blood I shed made one less person cry.
I've beg for forgiveness and broken every bond looking for an out.
I've come again trading my soul for a chance for others to hear my shout.
You'll be ok.
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