Forgotten Until Forgiven
I can't sleep, I can't think, my blood is wasted ink.
I'm on the verge of going crazy...
Lord, fill my empty soul, I need your strength to come and heal me.
Lately I've been lost, well more like just,
heading in the wrong direction.
All I'm asking for is guidance so I too,
can find that sweet salvation.
Trapped within my own creation. No windows so I know,
I shall never truly see my destination...
All these long and lonely conversations,
preparing for our last and final confrontation.
Desperation is a given, for despair,
has become my only weapon.
If you would just take the time to listen,
you would see that I too belong in Heaven...
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