Gift me death
Violent or sweet
O' Lord this is it.
I am now unable to trust in sun
This darkness ,day by day, is growing more
I mustn't take my own life you instruct
I obey but sorrow is now the obstruct.
Love lost , such a cost
Now wherever I go, I feel horror
It's funny how I defend myself to terror
Yet in front of my own I lost my armor.
Those whom I believed as my angels
Turned heel on me show their souls of demons
Now I crave an ultimate rest
Please gift me death
Violent or sweet
O' Lord this is it.
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