This inner nausea takes flight.
A familiar tone to the voice
I’m hurt and alone tonightMy actions come down to a choice.
I can see blood under my skin
Clenching my fists in hurt
The deafening tone of sin
The weight of this shameful shirt.
A plea for mercy tonight
A sacrifice to worship my king
I try to maintain my strength for this fight
A struggle to praise and sing.
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