Though I walk through this valley of death, still there lives in me a need to forgive. This deed comes not from within, but through Him that first fashioned it right to give.
Crying I have been left to suffer; wishing good upon them has never been the tougher. People in my life come and go; love has always been my ulterior goal. Giving from my soul has been a priority; tearing me apart has always been the majority. Sin upon sin they lay upon me; I’ll spin and spin with insanity until the God in me is seen. Skin upon skin is slashed before thee; in peace I sleep knowing my conscious is clean.
Yes, the God in me purifies.
Yes, the God in me identifies.
Widows weep for their lost; children starve and shiver in the frost. To them my sympathy will always be given; with pure empathy we deem predators truly forgiven. Liberation is set before us on a table; salvation forever shall be our rightful foundation – unbreakable... stable. A man without a home finds solace in a cardboard box; his consolation you see depends not on whether he wears socks.
This freedom they find is in common with mine; for it shall never be found in a man-made shrine. It can only be felt if you’re grafted in the vine; an attribute given which can only refine. So, you see my dear friend – your forgiveness in not needed. Go, continue to falsely befriend – for your punishment shall not be impeded. Always remember this; the God in me will always cherish you. Do not forget this; when you decided to hurt me, it was the God in me you slew!
Yes, the God in me sits as President.
Yes, there is a devil in me who claims to be Vice-President!
A war rages on between good and evil; so dark the skies become it is almost medieval. From this fight within me there is no retrieval; for this battle in me has been long and primeval.
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