I Loathe The Day He Conquered Me All,
Enough Of Me Has Broken My Fall.
The Love Stained The Truth That Was Hidden,
My Heart Left Broken And My Sin Forgiven.
Still Must He Press Me With His Overpowering Sorrow,
I Long For His Death;
I Long For It Tomorrow.
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