Painfully clear is my holy crusade
Shackled to the chains of an endless change
Doubtful of this pact, a deal I never made
With agony my verdict is rendered
And a crime upon my mind is justly committed
Lifted up by the kindness of grace
Twist and turn through the hate and strife
To see the small beads of faith dripping from my face
Trying to laugh but my soul denies me life
Forever recovering from memories of you
A martyred purity when all I sought was truth
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