Creator of the Universe
Of all there was, and what will be,
You sacrificed your only son
To offer man Eternity...
Save me from this living Hell.
The fears that keep my soul unwell.
If I offer you my troubled mind,
Give light and sight, to eyes so blind,
If I claim the blame and cop the plea,
Will you fill this hole inside of me?
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