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Can you see this poison as it enters within? The pain I hold so tightly sinks into my skin. My blood starts to rush in a race for death. My throat starts to collapse as I slowly lose my breath. So I hold it closer. Till I lose every nerve. Soon comes the final closure. This is what I deserve. To life I stand not to be a slave. I lived in sin and now I take it to the grave. You thought I would be weak and take my own life. Yet its your throat that is held by a knife. I forsake my life not to take it away. I only take thy sin with me and my soul is here to stay. I'm a decendant of God, but a friend to Satan himself. I'm here to take my sins away and nothing else. So I hold it closer. Till I lose every nerve. Soon comes the final closure. This is what I deserve. To life I stand not to be a slave. I lived in sin and now I take it to the grave. So this pain I hold so closely in my blackened heart. The vains rush the deadly toxic all within. I am left in my mind for all eternity in dark. The pain I once held was only a poisoned sin.