Lord Jesus,
I'm not perfect,
nor am I close to being.
I try to live for you,
...
The bursting veins of blood,
spewn across this throne.
Staining the great white drapes,
and bathing the souls bellow.
...
What did you see poor child?
What did you see?
I saw planes falling out of the skies,
...
There I was on the street corner
holding a sign that said, Jesus loves you.
When a little kid walked up and asked
why I was sitting there,
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Your last breath
and here we are.
The funeral home
where we stand over your dead corpse.
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One day I want to live in a world
where hands are held over guns.
A world defined by the blood pumping
through each of our veins,
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History was meant to be repeated
The snow falls on the mountain
Only to slowly melt into the river
That flows back into the ocean
...