So here's some lyrics I just wrote. Pretty off-the-cuff. Struggling a lot with temptation and feeling hopeless in struggling to rise above, so this one is pretty hopeless too. I'm so sick of giving in and so sick of lying to myself. This struggle is the one thing I hate most about myself. It's my biggest flaw, and my most embarrassing secret. God, consume me. All there is. Leave nothing.
Like a whore. That's how I treated your grace. With negligence, not fully taking notice of the price you paid to pave a road away from this hell of mine. If grace was a car, then I'm wrapped around a tree watching the life bleed from my veins, fading. If mercy was a gun, then Its cold steel has been against my head for far too long, holding me hostage to my own demise. You claim there's freedom, yet all I see are my own hands wrapped around my throat. I'm walking in a den of liars and thieves, feeding me their filth and stealing my innocence. Maggots. All of you. A maggot, I am. There's no way out.
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