My heart is wrapped with chains
Each link, a burden to my soul
I'm a slave to my own selfishness
I see the key to escape
But I want to be in shackles
I hear my chains clink and clang
And all I feel is a bang on my head
The key is right there!
Be free and flee
But I don't want to
I don't want to!
I'm afraid of the pain to come
I love the feeling of being trapped
It's comforting to my wretched life
The key is right there!
Be free and flee
But I don't want to
I don't want to!
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Poems from the Dead
PoetryThis book is filled with all the poems my dead soul wrote when I didn't have Jesus. I felt the need to share these because I know what it's like to feel lost and confused. But I also know what forgiveness feels like and I've seen how God can change...
