When the End Draws Near

I'm slowly dissolving in paralyzing agony,
Every time I try to ascend my heart starts staggering,
I'm trapped inside a tournament of horrifying tragedy,
And I can't get up.
But one time I looked up and saw a little bit of light,
The little bit of light that comes from knowing Jesus Christ.
So when the tournament is over,
And the end draws near,
I will look up and see that Jesus Christ is finally here.

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