Show me a sign

So I can see

If this is my path

The way I wish to be

Left alone

Dead

To you and your

Aquantinces

I sit alone

Covered in black



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Like a mourner at my own funeral

Like my twisted mind stuck in a vice

For I am God and torture

The carpenter and nails

Bent upon my own creation

Death only comes to the son



Darker than night

Brighter than day

Communications

No longer may stay

Fun with a gun

Fight in the night



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My only wish is to stop

Am I destined to forgive

No sooner is my body punctured

To save the best man

For I am the god that you worship

I am the one you trust



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1. Jesus loves me! This I know,

for the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to him belong;

they are weak, but he is strong.