O Lord, the pain of hurting you
Of thrusting the lance deep within
And with each breath another burst
Yet I collapse gasping for more
Nothing is gained by crossing you
And still my being craves for sin
Whose side effect lies in the hearse
And morphs the soul into a sore
Why do I keep forsaking you?
How does you patience not wear thin?
For you and you alone I thirst
Please I pray to not be a bore
For contrite heart, I\'ll forgive you.
For in my love which lives herein
Lies everything you\'ve ever searched
For this I\'ve let myself get tore
All I want is to dwell with you
Eternally, you as my kin
Because each of you was cursed
I died, forgetting all sins lore