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Put The Spirit In Me

It was a drunken blur as many nights are,
and I found myself without my car.
Perhaps its best I did not drive,
for what occurred  I barely survived.

I crossed a road too suddenly,
and struck me down it did.
I found myself a hit-run victim,
knocked back by some little kid.

And in my growing agony,
I cast my gaze asunder,
and gathered did I, Jesus Christ,
in all his holy wonder.

But through my prayer and my rebirth,
I did not quite come through,
and Jesus Christ did turn away,
and tell me I'd seen my last day.

And as I lay myself to rest,
I heard a subtle voice,
"There's no point putting love with God,"
"when you're not his first choice." 
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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