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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