Lost Soul, Blinded Prayer

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i'll be alone waiting for my grave
until i'm saved by His Grace -
i've cut my thumb in pages
because i was too busy saving face -
i shed my own blood... does that mean i lost You?
i've stumbled across things i wouldn't wish on my enemy's view
i've fumbled for the lies while i consciously ignored the truth
i also rumbled fake blind against the Devil -
maybe i deserve what i've been through.

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