Show me a sign
So I can see
If this is my path
The way I wish to be
Left alone
Dead
To you and your
Aquantinces
I sit alone
Covered in black

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Like a mourner at my own funeral
Like my twisted mind stuck in a vice
For I am God and torture
The carpenter and nails
Bent upon my own creation
Death only comes to the son

Darker than night
Brighter than day
Communications
No longer may stay
Fun with a gun
Fight in the night

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My only wish is to stop
Am I destined to forgive
No sooner is my body punctured
To save the best man
For I am the god that you worship
I am the one you trust

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1.      Jesus loves me!  This I know,
for the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to him belong;
they are weak, but he is strong.