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in The Way

found my way to me

soaking in the trees

tasting so diseased

please protect her, please

don't find your fast tongue

will get you sprung

it's now

within every stroke

within every choke

beneath what is cold

teaming with hope

free the smoke

only to cope

once with nope

back to my disease

take away from me

although nothing will be done

you will see

only heavy breathing for me

till I destroy the sickness in my witness

still in control of me

fearing what to say

sinning emotionally

Father help me feel closer to the

in you, we find not the truth

but love in a loop

hoping not to lead

hoping for truer deeds

with you standing next to me

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