My Weary Soul


Days bleed into life,
As life bleeds into one.
My mind screams with strife,
With the things that I've done.
Time seems to fly
Like dust in the wind.
There is no time to cry
For my soul tainted within.
My mind screams repent,
My bleeding heart groans.
For this urge is destructive
And hungry it grows.
The devil controls it
With his powerful hand.
My life have I forfeit
To his evil demand.
There is still a faint hope
For me to return
To the light of my God.
My sins forever be burned.
The gold plates I'll follow
With might, mind, and heart
To guide me back home
Where we will not part.

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