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the fall


I can't wait any more

for my heart has been torn

and I've been scorned

now once again by my love

peaceful dove.

That's a lie I

fell and stared at the sky

and saw god in his throne

I realized that's my home

I chose to die

this isn't a lie

I swear I died

and am back here again

because of that sin

of regret and stress and worry filled nights

costing me my life

but its been solved with knives

and I died

bled to death on my floor

from my wrists

as my lips god did kiss

and that's my death

my fate

sweetest escape

from my hell

from heaven I fell

to Satan king of evil and hate

for god’s forgiveness I'm far too late

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