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Pity on me - will you take

As my soul sent to flight

Past the one's left denied

Never knowing

If he holds their message of plight

Holding their souls in contempt

Hearing ill-fated cries

Oceans of souls left untied

Are all but denied

Lord won't you please hear my cries

As I beg to be saved

Note - as I drink from the chalice

Preventing me falling from grace

redeeming my soul through confession

My hands to the sky

Imminence grise through possession

Though not knowing why

Seven spirits!

Although my eyes even now

Cast a look of condemption

When what has happened to me

If you're given redemption

The sacred had had come forth

Through renewal of faith

Outcast unclean seven spirits

Leave mind with no trace

Seven spirits!

Seven spirits!

– Bless me Father for I have sinned.

– Father McKenzie? Is that you?