Repentance

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I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell, Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;           I pray the worldly pleasures to provide Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.  
An old Jewish folktale says that words are feathers set loose in the wind; once free, you can never take them back. I had forgotten that story. But my words are poison ivy rather than feathers.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside. 
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside. 
Like a tsunami rises from the sea; death arises out of life; every being has it's time; every person the appointed day; how we die is not our choice; will we go in joy or strife;
She draws with graphite and charcol and pens I draw with my words that is all I know and have ever known.  My grandma teaches me with paints on her lap I was a "messy painter," not a
By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down there, We wept there, When we remembered we have abandoned Zion. Why are you lying to yourself? You know that lies don't last forever. The truth needs to be told.
Be still my soul The lord is on your side Bear patiently The cross of grief n pain God has started his work To guide my future As he has the past Be still my soul
Lord I'm coming home I've wandered far away from you The paths of sin too long I've trod I've wasted many precious years I now repent with bitter tears I'm tired of sin and straying lord
Everyone has a flaw That makes them unique Every mistake Wish could retake A teacher we hate That laughs at our fate   He father of lies Larks at our lives When suffer we
HE'S LIVIN OFF A REPUTATION THAT HE ONCE HAD, HE DOESN'T READ HIS BIBLE ANYMORE IT JUST FADED AWAY LIKE SOME KINDA FAD. NOW IT JUST SITS IN HIS ROOM ON A DUSTY SHELF,
Eyes sore, pierced from what I've seen.
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
The dark one tells me I deserve this pain.I desire punishment, for it is just.
A day without worries is the day my bodies buried, Call me a sinner.... But repentance is what wil save me from the furry. Consistency was never a nickname, and i dont wona use the same old lines that im just human.
"Daddy?" "Yes, Sweetheart" "I love you" I write for the one who gave me brown hair and eyes, For the one who sang me my favorite lullabies. The swing set he built, my rocking horse by hand,
Hell is his empty syringe And the searing pain of his emptiness. Hell is the heat of the absence That grows hotter in his presence. Hell is the tears that evaporate
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