Sunday, February 17, 2008

The demons screech around my head
My life is gone, the passion’s dead
My thoughts are wild; my heart’s gone mad
I curse the world; my soul is sad.

I hate myself for what I’ve done
I made the cloak that hides the sun.
I bang my head against the wall
The barricade that made me fall.

I ask myself what long was known
The Devil hears my spirit groan.
My life is gone; my foes done well
I’ve made my bed in depths fo hell.

I see the King stretch out his hand
And thwart the Devil’s gruesome band
He draws me close and says to me,
“I love you still… now, please, love Me."

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