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Supent speaks

It used to be just one little thing
Just to look at a woman
To brake a fast a little to soon
You know your Lord is so tough

And I did eat of it
And I ate and ate
And I remembered my addiction
And I cried

Then Repentance
Burning of flesh
Fasting hard
Begging for help

Then you came with one
And I wanted it
But turned away from it
And you got mad

You throw a little stone
You got mad
You had no control
You lost

Then you got smart
You sent a candy in my head
And I was not wise enogh
And I lusted at it

You kept on and make the candy bigger
You let me come close
And thrust its wickedness on me
Then I let you fill my head

Candy everywhere
And you blocked out God
And I gave in and tasted
And I did eat

Then after some bites I spit it out
And repented
And let go
Which was so hard

I reilized the candy is poison
It's a drug
And it may even be impossible
To deny it

Which is why God knows
And he says to cast it out
Don't even think about it
Look at what it is

And I did
And I saw a terible thing
I didn't look at the wrapper
I looked through all that

And you became angery
As I did away with you candy
Every new flavor
I sent away

Soon your hate got you
And you sent a message
And I became scared
And I kept to God

You can't hurt me
But you can hurt those I love
Oh wicked surpent
You got the better of me

You showed me of great evil
That someone I love has become
Such ture wickedness
Powerful stuff

I became sick at it
I became hateful to you
I became a tool to you
And I did get mad

And I acted stupid
I lashed out at you
But I did not fall
For I belong to the good shepered

And I saw what I did
And you hit me well
You stuck a thorn in me
A new one

And I was shaken
But I had to pull it out
And it lingers
But it will die off

You attacked me
You wanted to be high
To show power
You low thing

You will suffer
You will suffer above all
And you cast a stone at me
Knowing the candy is no longer enough

And then you replaced this little candy for a peice of cake
You promos me real lust
With a fallen ones
And to give me power in this world

You low thing
You want me to sit high in your temple
Higher than many of your followers
That I may be great with you

Don't you know that still means I am below you
Don't you know I am not yours
Don't you know you lose every time
You don't you lie to yourself

The fact you have to give me more
Just show how desperate you are
I don't want you
I belong to the most high

Then I let go
And today you broke my computer
You must be running low on sugar
Becuse you have to pull out the guns

Leave me scum
Your efforts make me feel good
For I must be closer to him
Your move
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