Should they devastate my flesh
let no agony furrow my brow
Should my life's-blood drip dry
like a lamb to slaughter
And leave my carcass
with no breath
Toward my God shall
my one soul drain
I have no fear
this valley disdained.
This prison full of strife
They accept not what i give
It's never enough
Consume my all til I'm dust
They flatter my need to be loved
And devour me in their lust
I am undone.
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