How weak I must look,
compared to your son.
He lived a blameless life,
for all to be freed.
The agony my sin,
causes me.
Cannot be compared,
to the pain of cross.
The pain of separation,
that death must bring.
Although, I rejoice
for you conquered death.
Tomorrow I will try,
to conqueror my sin.
Be with me,
as I am tempted.
Keep me strong
and forever free.
About Me
- the Deuce
- I am your average college student. I sleep a lot and I work a lot. I have been playing guitar for about 4 years and I just started playing the drums. Thats bout it.
2 comments:
these are awesome
these are so good, dear. and the name is so much win.
by the way, i was just looking at your profile and i realised i still have your copy of under the overpass. oops. i'll get that back to you soon.
<3
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