This is me and this is you.
I'm hoping for peace and praying for understanding.
I'm even sure about...about...
I'm just not sure.
The more I hear this the further
the further the confusion.
Good God, when does this end?
I'm carrying poison in my veins,
playing at being Messiah
while carrying this broken hope.
Lies I can never cease to love
as I long to break free,
run free
into some hope.
Freedom from hate,
freedom from lies
freedom from the pain.
και εστιν αυτη η αγγελια ην ακηκοαμεν απ αυτου και αναγγελλομεν υμιν οτι ο θεος φως εστιν και σκοτια ουκ εστιν εν αυτω ουδεμια
Such lofty hope.
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