I am a killer, drenched in blood

My soul is broken, dirty like mud
Hands are scarred from chains and fight
No redemption, no finding light

I am a robber, shrouded in night
Shadows around, out of your sight
Is there a way to make this right?
Can’t see redemption, can’t see the light

I am a cheater, engulfed in lies
My identities all hidden within my eyes
Words are my poison, my venom, my bite
Don’t feel redemption, don’t see the light

I am a heretic, denouncing God
Preaching all evil to those in my squad
My teachings spread like fever, like blight
Won’t find redemption, won’t see the light

I am a prisoner, locked in my cell
Finally the evil one broke and fell
My spirit is gone, floating like a kite
Shouldn’t get redemption, shouldn’t see the light

I am a cellmate, next to the good
Why is he here; outside be he should
The good is praying, teaching God’s might
But I wouldn’t taste redemption, wouldn’t see the light

I am God’s subject, ready to find peace
Follow his path, and my pain will all cease
Coaxing me to come out of the night
Should I seek redemption; should I see the light?

I have now decided to follow the sun
I will stop my fight and my run
Ceasing my evil, do what is right
I will seek redemption; I will see the light