Once

Once was a thief

Now bought for life

Once was a leaf

In the wind now

I am forgotten begotten

Did he go, hurling to

The earth, rotten

Did he die for

Mostly me I am forgotten

And wiped clean from the

World’s memory

On tombstones it reads

Rest in peace instead

But on my death bed

I would cry out  for mercy

And stay ahead of the pack

Of wolves that are like a

Meathead snarling at the

Flesh, its such a mess to

Be in His presence,

Cause it’s the weakness

That makes us embrace

His essence

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