Inferno/Purgatorio
I've been alone, I've forgotten the taste of company. Trapped in these flames for what feels like centuries. They say you bring everlasting life. Then why do I always feel dead inside? I found no place to fit in and talk is cheap relinquished by this sin I'm underneath this death heap. I'm losing heart I'm losing my soul but everyone seem to believe that I'm made of gold. I'm stuck in this realm of grey with no escape when are you God going to put an end to this pain? I hear a voice, I hear a voice screaming at me driving me to the brink of insanity. It won't stop it won't fold I feel like my head is going to explode! "Foxes have dens and birds have nests but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest His head. I know it feels like to this burden is a heavy toll but you have a home waiting in me get up and go."
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