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Too many times has the sun rised

And too many times has it set

forgotten, lost and buried for long

unknown, how much time i have left

I cut myself and chop off parts of me

that I think are holding me, unholy

blood exits my body that was poisoned by sin

that part of me, no longer lives

I pray for me getting out of this cage

my then poisoned blood flows back into me

its clean and without sin, just like the father wants

to feel like I become one with the son