My soul stands still against a wall,
unable to move in fear to fall.
Candles flicker silently around the room,
framing articals of an invaded tomb.

This is now and now is to late,
enemies have won against Gods fate.
To close to the dark side, to far from light,
my soul has now lost its fight.

My heart torn from the sharp edges of a knife,
time cut short from my pathetic unfinished life.
The blade painfully through every layer of skin,
my soul bearing the pain of my sin.

My soul found its fate,
and now its too late.....
 

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