Oh Lord, I trust in You.
My ways are twisted and cursed
I surrender myself to You
Pull me out of the pit
My enemies want to see me fall
They desire for me to be devoured
But You never fail
Unsuccessful suicide
The zombie rises again
Tearing my flesh
Re-encapsulating my soul
Lord God, kill me
Lord God kill me, so that I may live again
Slice my head off with Your Truth
My sinful ways are no match for You
My Redeemer, my Savior
My King, My God
Load Your gun with Your Holy Word
Massacre me with Your Righteousness
May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand
Because through Christ all things are made new
May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand
Renew my spirit, renew my mind
Lord, My God rescue me with Your loving arms
My soul is sore vexed
I call upon the True Living God
He hears my prayers
He restores my soul
I surrender to You in all ways
And in all ways I acknowledge You
May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand
Because through Christ all things are made new
May I die one thousand deaths by Your hand
Renew my spirit, renew my mind
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Author:
fauxsabotage (
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- Published: June 3rd, 2025 19:38
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