Crawling up my spine
Like a spider up its web
These chills up and down
Separating truth from doubt
And the purpose of it all
Is to end what pain has given
In the end who matters
Is the beginning of who doesn't
Every breath is a gift
Every death is a blessing
All this pain is your fault
And the scars are there to bare
But the chills render me useless
As I fall to my bloodied knees
I speak to myself
I know the truth is real
And I bless the Lord
O my soul
Bless the Lord
Who brought me here
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