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The Evening...
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... As though You needed
I bow to serve
But hear my plea!
You see me.
And I am stayed
Shall I enter damnation?
Born on cross
But not as You
I hang accused.
Rightly convicted
I beg forgiveness
Unworthy.
Out my tongue
Defiled by its emergence
I am unclean.
So, I seek not
Crumpled...
Spread me... read me.
