Renewal
This is my personal armageddon. My Body grows numb from the constant wreck I've become. Sick and tired of feeling alone. Trapped in a lifeless body with no one to hold. I surrendered to the cold. Bones facture, Skin cracks, Hearts rupture, and lungs collapse. There is strength in suffering I lost sight of who I was. Christ renewed me made me who I am again only a thousand times better. Passion lit up in the depths of my bones. You directed my way towards you, there is no way to repay you so I'll atone. The Kingdom of heaven was inside me all along, you had the key you made me strong. Open these gates and replace my hate with Faith
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