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Deliver


I look and see my fear

It's coming, with shreking screams

The pain I feel inside is rushing though my chest

As I feel my heart beat, the blood is buring in my veins

Past my capilaries into the deepest part of my soul

 

Oh god, take the hand out of my cheast

Let the beating of my heart speak

Let the deepest part of my soul here your calming voice 

Cool my buring blood, quiet the shrek

 

Speak to the pain, speak to the hurt

The screams come like a mother losing her child 

 Im losing of myself in the deepest part of my soul

Tormented by myself and the curleness of the world 

 

Oh god please hear me,

Hear the screams

Hear my heart's beating, cool the buring

Take my fears

 

Oh god

Deliver me, with the beat of my heart

With the last  breath in my cheast

Quiet the screams, quiet the shreks

Oh god deliver me

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