The forgotten hope and the devils snare/By:Haunted lunacy

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On bloody knees I cry out for salvation,
I reach out for a God who never bothered to care.
Entangled in sin, my souls occupation.
The blood of a savior, a burden to bare.

A blind eye is turned to the unfavored existance.
A longing for hope looking to a back turned away.
Tears streak my face in constant persistance.
Rejected by a cross not meant for me today.

The creator has spurned us, He could never care.
All that's left to embrace is the forgotten hope and the devil's snare.

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