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Dust
This angel refuses to die,
I will rise again
Manpulated to forget
who I am, stolen from by the devil
Resisting sin trying to be like Jesus
mind controlled by evil people
To sin,
to repent
mind controlled to sin?
Manipulated,
stolen from,
ruined
But this angel will fly again
today my soul will escape; hell
Is it all just an illusion,
what I'm feeling right now?
the joy, the sadness, what is real?
My soul is mad,
like the ocean,
restless waves of the sea,
And it's red with the blood
that comes from my heart
a sea of iniquity
Open Your heart
to love in a sea of blood,
tears raining from my eyes
flood my soul with sorrow
Suffering to suffer
dying to die,
just to be tortured
and return to the earth in
dust
