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Two days from my anniversary you couldn't restrain yourself from hurting me--you loved hurting me

But I'm not fooled for a sec, I know what you said was just politically correct--you aimed for my neck,

And though it was a mortal wound, I live in the Immortal who beat the tomb

No gloom or sorrow--guaranteed to make it to tommorrow, strength borrowed from He who is on the throne,

And someday soon I pray I'm going home, never alone and never will be again

I'm wished death by many code tens and many men full of sin, slayed by my own kin now and then,

Again and again--on this earth it's no win

So I pray, for forever and a day--for God to continue to light my way

I dodge bullets...