TALES FROM GENESIS 26
I NEED MY LIFE BACK.
Cozy dawns and ducks
do carry calvary cry to my castle,
with deeds of every past hovering before my head.
The taste of fun taste sore.
Even my self is quicken.
The blood of ABEL doth clap
round my world and phase.
No air would sound peaceful
but boisterous and rumbustious.
Oh! Have I gone beyond my boundary?
Refreshing the wound of calvary.
I need my life back.
I need my life back,
I need the arms that anchore peace,
sending tranquility to the soul.
Oh, I need my life back,
to dine again in the table of saints.
Where ‘worthy is the lamb’ rings.
I beg for another life,
feel the hollow that crave once more.
I need my life back again,
to kill again the killer of killers.
Stinging their plots and snare
to bite and hurt no more.
I am a victim, I lost my life,
shall I watch yet for more ruination
than to throw out the life line?
Save save save the world.
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