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Lay Down

In the deep pit of darkness
I was drowning in that venom in my head
And nothing can patch that hole
Ceaselessly growing in my soul.
Such void was relentless
Waiting for something, anything
And thus my soul suffered in silence
Bound in this carnal existence.
I longed to rest, I wish to give up
And let whatever may come, come!
But most of all  I want to be done--
To be done and be gone. 
Bewildered, I found out then
That such soul wanted to explode
Out of this piece of meat
And be one with you.
Why is freedom too dear? 
What is there to fear?

What sort of love destroys- none. 
'Twas not love at all but ignorance
That brought you to the heights of the ether
Then threw you violently down
To the bitter ground
And broke your bones into fragments
Until you forgot what you were
Who you were
And what was kept in you
By the perfect Hand
And whatever it was that was inside you
Dimmed until all that was left
Is a void that eats you
Till you're nothing but a rotten piece of meat.

Your Savior, you sought Him
But why was He silent?
Why would He not speak a word?
What's all this for?--
Those questions began
Until you ran out of answers,
You ran out of life
And you wished never to have been born
You wanted something more 
More than sleepless nights
You wanted to fill
That hole in your soul.

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