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clinging to the eternal thought
we shall all meet again
I'm unsure so I send out my feelers

seeking the solemn corridor
accept me, oh the lowly supplicant
I need hope

in my soul I hurt
I ache in the lonely hours
when there is nothing but my sin to face
in all its ugliness

I review my life and I know
I would do it again
altering in faith to what degree will I remain me?

colliding with our maker
I see his eyes
he's not playing with me
I will submit

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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