who should feel free,
but I, trapped, can't be?
Lightning strikes,
the ground breaks,
my feet still stand.
This redundancy,
how much can one take?
If I were put here,
and their ears could hear,
would they take it in?
Pray for those,
who persecute me?
When can this torment stop?
When will I be heard?
Let your love come down,
treat me your glory.
Tired and sick of it all,
this place is closing in,
I can feel my brittle bones breaking.
Stay strong, and have faith,
it will be worth it in the end.
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