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For my sins I rescind
The right to wear my own skin
In death I pray there’s an end
To all the hatred this matrix
and vicious nature of men
I looked to my only friends
The paper and pen
I used my blood as the ink
Began to write my amends
Before I could finish
something held me in place
I could not move
Felt trapped in a space with expressionless face
Nothingingness in me
Worse than great pain
Nothing to lose unable to gain
I noticed an aching
Slow to emerge
Deep in my chest spreading through nerves
Blessed was my torment
This suffering hanged
Blind I was not
I knew what it brang
Through suffering with Him
I shared His fame
Crossing my brain was thoughts of great shame
All that I’ve done, wanted and hoped for
Was nothing so great as what He had aimed toward
While feeling this abuse at heart
Once more I had motion and motive for art
No longer a vessel of despicable things
I walked through the fire and Satan’s great rings
The devil less clever through eyes not forsaken
Yet still remained poison that was willing taken
Veils fell changed smells and shadows revoked
I saw the snake with dagger and cloak
A journey began to the pastures of pleasure
Through wakes of great wastelands
A dangerous endeavor
Though purpose with and sight with enlightened perception
Was lent to my life
Still there dwells prevention
New traps much more brutal and tactics unyielding
A great battlefield of souls all a reeling
Silent screams through the eyes
Restricted by pressure
From peers and turned kin
All taking your measure
Based on a whim
That lesser is better
The easiest road to reach their willed pleasure
If you disagree they taunt your faith greatly
It’s hard to feel loved when most people hate me
Irate is my heart
Insane I feel lately
I look to the Lord
Back and forth we’ve explored
Still all I have found is people who’ll gate me
So steady I roam against my short time
While placing my soul in sentence and line
I have been told those hateful with crime
will make their teeth grind and lose sight of sign
Having this knowledge is helpful and fine
But here comes the demons of illness of mind
Unseen for their bodies consist of dark matter
From homeless to wealthy begins the self chatter
Alone they see visions of that others do not
Advised to do bad and get recklessly caught
Two times the victims
Themselves and their target
When in truth it was Satan who started
Now locked tight or dead
There soul gets returned
To suffer a fate the demon deserved
Instead serves the term a man judged and earned
But not by himself
When will they learn?
Forgiveness is a weapon
Not easily honed
Some say that they hold it
yet still they disown
Instead should embrace
And love what is left
The broken ones who suffered a theft
He does return us
To those who should see
It’s easy to fail
Not easy to be
Existing here in a world that confines
Your actions forever attached to your spine
Standing on trial for life's heights you’ve climbed
Despite all the warnings that God has designed
Now circus’s rise and play for the crowd
Many vicariously punish aroused
Perhaps it is nature
A beauty and beast
They all rush to the gallows
To watch the deceased
It’s angels that ramble in wonderful ways
For He has provided them so much to say
They wander off paths though they may be afraid
Reward of salvation for those lost is greater when weighed
Than staying on track and still losing their way
For what is divinity if only few can perform it
It’s up to the Lord to hold and adorn it
God has a seat, forever he’ll warm it
For when He rises up to goes the storms with
The troubled of mind all His to behold
All golden and gifted once healed and made whole
They are the saints tainted with blood
Who learned deepest love hence do what they’re told
The beauty of torture on earth in the world
A tool and a fortress of perspective unfurled
The blessing of pain instead of having not
Those who’ve not felt it loves worth is forgot
Blissfully ignorant they stay in the clouds
The conscious of innocence try not to be loud
Still there’s a thunder that rolls towards the end
A coming of worship that none can pretend
A message that Jesus became amen
One day there’ll be one way
No other to go
And finally finished will be Satan's blows
The damaged tended
The strong kept standing
Those kneeling with faith never demanding
Those seated at tables, wise understanding
And the many who will curse, leaving the fable
Their fates unreversed eternally stable forced down the road to the hell they have labeled and sold to the weak that had hearts to naive
They knew the good truth still were tricked to believe
So man pushers of fate will receive what they offered
With plain stones and ashes in their coffers
We can hope even for them hell isn’t forever
And if they find faith may turn stones to a river a token and home
Until then departed a heaven and hell
Here at the cross I choose what's deserved…
To suffer the world and scrape from the earth
For when I die here,
I will experience birth
The right to wear my own skin
In death I pray there’s an end
To all the hatred this matrix
and vicious nature of men
I looked to my only friends
The paper and pen
I used my blood as the ink
Began to write my amends
Before I could finish
something held me in place
I could not move
Felt trapped in a space with expressionless face
Nothingingness in me
Worse than great pain
Nothing to lose unable to gain
I noticed an aching
Slow to emerge
Deep in my chest spreading through nerves
Blessed was my torment
This suffering hanged
Blind I was not
I knew what it brang
Through suffering with Him
I shared His fame
Crossing my brain was thoughts of great shame
All that I’ve done, wanted and hoped for
Was nothing so great as what He had aimed toward
While feeling this abuse at heart
Once more I had motion and motive for art
No longer a vessel of despicable things
I walked through the fire and Satan’s great rings
The devil less clever through eyes not forsaken
Yet still remained poison that was willing taken
Veils fell changed smells and shadows revoked
I saw the snake with dagger and cloak
A journey began to the pastures of pleasure
Through wakes of great wastelands
A dangerous endeavor
Though purpose with and sight with enlightened perception
Was lent to my life
Still there dwells prevention
New traps much more brutal and tactics unyielding
A great battlefield of souls all a reeling
Silent screams through the eyes
Restricted by pressure
From peers and turned kin
All taking your measure
Based on a whim
That lesser is better
The easiest road to reach their willed pleasure
If you disagree they taunt your faith greatly
It’s hard to feel loved when most people hate me
Irate is my heart
Insane I feel lately
I look to the Lord
Back and forth we’ve explored
Still all I have found is people who’ll gate me
So steady I roam against my short time
While placing my soul in sentence and line
I have been told those hateful with crime
will make their teeth grind and lose sight of sign
Having this knowledge is helpful and fine
But here comes the demons of illness of mind
Unseen for their bodies consist of dark matter
From homeless to wealthy begins the self chatter
Alone they see visions of that others do not
Advised to do bad and get recklessly caught
Two times the victims
Themselves and their target
When in truth it was Satan who started
Now locked tight or dead
There soul gets returned
To suffer a fate the demon deserved
Instead serves the term a man judged and earned
But not by himself
When will they learn?
Forgiveness is a weapon
Not easily honed
Some say that they hold it
yet still they disown
Instead should embrace
And love what is left
The broken ones who suffered a theft
He does return us
To those who should see
It’s easy to fail
Not easy to be
Existing here in a world that confines
Your actions forever attached to your spine
Standing on trial for life's heights you’ve climbed
Despite all the warnings that God has designed
Now circus’s rise and play for the crowd
Many vicariously punish aroused
Perhaps it is nature
A beauty and beast
They all rush to the gallows
To watch the deceased
It’s angels that ramble in wonderful ways
For He has provided them so much to say
They wander off paths though they may be afraid
Reward of salvation for those lost is greater when weighed
Than staying on track and still losing their way
For what is divinity if only few can perform it
It’s up to the Lord to hold and adorn it
God has a seat, forever he’ll warm it
For when He rises up to goes the storms with
The troubled of mind all His to behold
All golden and gifted once healed and made whole
They are the saints tainted with blood
Who learned deepest love hence do what they’re told
The beauty of torture on earth in the world
A tool and a fortress of perspective unfurled
The blessing of pain instead of having not
Those who’ve not felt it loves worth is forgot
Blissfully ignorant they stay in the clouds
The conscious of innocence try not to be loud
Still there’s a thunder that rolls towards the end
A coming of worship that none can pretend
A message that Jesus became amen
One day there’ll be one way
No other to go
And finally finished will be Satan's blows
The damaged tended
The strong kept standing
Those kneeling with faith never demanding
Those seated at tables, wise understanding
And the many who will curse, leaving the fable
Their fates unreversed eternally stable forced down the road to the hell they have labeled and sold to the weak that had hearts to naive
They knew the good truth still were tricked to believe
So man pushers of fate will receive what they offered
With plain stones and ashes in their coffers
We can hope even for them hell isn’t forever
And if they find faith may turn stones to a river a token and home
Until then departed a heaven and hell
Here at the cross I choose what's deserved…
To suffer the world and scrape from the earth
For when I die here,
I will experience birth