April 2, 2008
You came and made this life a wreak,
Without telling me there was a box I could've checked.
To get an insurance that could pay my toll,
Just come down here and take a poll.
And ask if any one wants to be saved,
Carve away the bars, and escape this cage.
But instead you held away valuable information,
That could've taken away, eternal condemnation,
Told me of Kingdom not Come, but Came.
So now I'm here, brushing Hell's flame.
I'm here in the darkness, trying to wright,
That you could've saved and put me in the light.

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