If wewe came kwa me would I crown wewe my King
Or brush wewe off as though I really didn't see
If wewe walked kwa my side would our souls then be unified
I swore Your name would never be denied
But I took up this hammer
And laughed at all Your slander
And pierced Your hands
With the nails of blasphemy
How could I do this? I don't know
Said something forced me to it, so
Spit in Your face and passed wewe by
(I'd forgotten those words "your name won't be denied")
But time and time again I'd live that life of sin
I knew it hurt wewe bad but I wasn't ready to give in
"Maybe someday," but not this siku I said
I wanted to...
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