Blood/Absolved
This blood on my hands
I've killed so many men
I shot them down
to watch as their life faded
As I lie here on my deathbed
I wonder if the Angel of Death finds any pleasure in the event
I feel the life slipping from my body
Dear Redeemer,
Will you accept me now?
Or have I waited too long?
I spent too much time stealing life,
to ever realize mine was fading
Fading
Fading out
I see a figure
He stands beside me
Though too weak,
I try to reach for his arm
Instead he picks me up
and carries me.
He bids me not to worry
He can't see the blood
and I can't feel the weight of their souls upon mine any longer
Wake Apnea
Wake up
You are drowning in your spit
you spray during blessings
you say but do not speak
"Pretend to care"
Wake up
You're drowning in false belief
Join us
We're sailing in Grace
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