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    I live, I kill, I die with you
    Live, kill, die...I cry with you
    Live,kill, die...I fly with you
    Live, kill, high with you...

    I have become the fallen...who will help me stand
    Why do you turn away as I am calling for your hand
    I can't understand why I did the things I did
    and, dang...I never should have killed that kid
    A more bitter lie was never tasted
    and I tell you now, no cry is wasted
    The truth never changed as the lowly serpent smiled
    We are the animals of the field...we are the beasts of the wild
    I am a story teller, but what I tell is no tall tale
    I am a glory teller, and what I tell is not for sale our direction our reflection
    Good news, good news...Lord knows I need it
    GOD IS NOW HERE...hey, depends on how you read it
    I was confined in my mind...a mental prison
    No room in the tomb for He who has risen
    Mercy is as mercy was
    and I am loved...just because
    Beautiful faces...beautiful graces...
    appearing here from most beautiful places
    I may may applaud
    but in the midst of it all...I call on God
    The Lord holds me close, like no other
    and he cries my tears when I miss my mother
    and he knows I feel I let her down
    The tears of a clown...on the tears of a clown
    When there's no one around, God offers new hearts
    Ending all my endings by beginning new starts
    Parting ways with teardrops past
    I crashed and burned and died so fast
    Random thoughts becoming real
    and I kind of miss the days when I didn't feel
    Dead men tell no tales, they say
    but I live to die again some other day
    Resurrection...I know it to be true
    I've witnessed life, then death...then life anew
    My youngest was born dead, and though I've never told him
    there was a fifty-fifty chance that I would never get to hold him
    I know the scent, and the taste, and the color of death
    and I thank you, dearest Jesus, for giving my child new breath
    If you've ever read these rhymes, and you've read between the tears
    then you know God brought me back...'cause I was dead for years
    I was a dead man walking, a dead man talking
    Knocking on the gates of hell...with blackbirds stalking
    Pecking at my flesh, pecking at my bones
    and pecking at my soul as they were laughing at my moans
    I was the king of my cage, the words echoed through my cell
    I AM MY OWN GOD...and then the false god fell
    I fell far and I fell hard
    because the devil's in the details of the mentally scarred
    So I call on God, I read his word
    The bible gives me meaning in this theater of the absurd
    This is the church, this is the steeple
    The bible doesn't judge people...people judge people
    It is the real director's version, live and uncut
    and it tells me Jesus loves

    Staring at this screen wanting a scene to play out
    Three cups of caffeine and there's no way out
    Five sticks of nicotine before the letters rolled out
    Bartering night to write...and now I'm all souled out...