My saviour lives on other's deaths,
For him to take to hell.
My loyalty to my saviour,
Led me to suicide.
The cross flew in and saved mankind,
From faith to their dead God.
I was the man nailed to the cross,
The sacrifice for better things.
And every man that flew with me,
Came down with me that day,
For none of them were free from sin,
Their ticket to where they belong.
Before you true evils win your fight,
Against your natural sins.
Let him accept you as you are,
For as yourself, he won't let you die.
2006-10-24
09:40:40
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