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A heart for the sinners who beg for the beginning of life

and don't forget to breathe...

this is just a small death

you'll feel better after...

consciously awakened

pain is never sated.......



Please

come, come unto me

come, come unto me my being

life willing

come, come unto me

come, come unto me my being

my being

your will cleanses me

your will makes me free

my being

I'm dreaming

that path unto me

that path enters me

I'm seeing...

Breathe.........!!!



This is a rebirth of sorts

I just need the words to the gate

turn them loud and clear

open up the way (as me)

embraced by a divine womb

a touch of love in sense

a touch of hatred we abate

in my defense

consume my distaste for this

ingest those suffering lies

as a whole I see through the dream

my being is in those eyes



I called

I screamed

you came unto me



my life

this thing

a shadow of unknowing



now here

I'm changed

I've grown though estranged

I am happy here within my indifference

how seamlessly this spirit mends



I am here standing in reality

an insightful intuitive being

my life a shadow

a vision of sanity

I am alive here

I am alive

I am alive



Am I saved?

I'm barely on my way

I'm alive

I feel the blood inside my wounds

I can breathe now

I am free now

not bereaved now

not diseased now

I am left to be free

we all can be

breathe and you will see life as meant to be

breathe and you will see life as meant to be

I am alive here

I am alive here

I am alive here

I am alive here...