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Friday, July 8, 2011


Its over
you're not an over comer
tie the rope 
jump off the tower

You can no longer be saved
Lock yourself away in a cave
No Freedom
you are my Slave

Every time I visit the Chapel 
seeking help for the battle
In need of A word for the doubter 
but your lips are bitter
your words are poison to my veins 
killing me slowly

 its like swallowing broken Bottle
it cuts deeper and deeper.

I was wrong yes I admit it
I'm sorry I broke your heart God
But is this really my Fate?
I've never been the perfect son 
from your will... I did run
But God I need you.

Written By 
~Dwight Mckie~

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