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leansed from my sins

I fall back in again And begin to defend All my darkest of whims And I spin myself wildly out of control As I dig myself deeper into my dark hole In this well that I’ve fell I can tell I’m in hell Cause my tail has rebelled Back into my hard shell And I yell up for help to the hole in the sky But accept that He’s kept me alone here to die Cause I’m stuck in the muck That I’ve dug with my luck I give up, my eyes shut In a rut that I’ve cut And enough is enough when I’m sure that it’s not I’m convinced that my “sense” says my Savior forgot ‘Cause I’m caged and I’m crazed And depraved and enraged That malaise has replaced The display on my face And embraced the erasing from me of my hope As Jehovah bends over and throws me His rope I realize all the lies That comprised this disguise Were aligned so I’d find That my bind was a sign All this time I was fine, I had nothing to fear ‘Cause my God’s not forgotten that I am down here

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