Fleshen

How much has the skin shedded the blight
How much does it hurt, and I know that you don’t feel right
How much has the scabs grown with such zest
Festering from rotten death
Because eventually, the scars will leave that kind of starch death
How tasteless it is, knowing that one could taste death
Why had He given His last breath
I am not a pure light like Him,
Unworthy as my head, whom by his light was blessed

Since then, everyone was given some sides
Death or life
Truth or strife
Why?

When the flesh wants the physical, lumbersome touch
It craves something more for a holy, divine, breath
But that had left them seeking it more, within the corrupt, dark, depths
Why not look at the source?
Instead we chose death

He never wanted anyone to be left alone inside that funnel
Every single lie the Devil told,led you inside the pits of fulfillment
Sedated from the lonesome steps
How much could a sinner know new life?
We all had been there chasing a lie
We all have been seeking just a completeness
A perfect, fantastic picture
Within the broken pieces
Instead of the only pure, living soul who walked
That holy, Good, step, that walked
That one stainless, complete soul
He want every one of us to take hold

Because not an ounce of lies stand against Christ

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