I've prayed upon the weary hour
And still my mind preys on me
In darkness when even the Lord would sleep
I'm fated to entreat the devil.
He comes as any demonic presence
Clothed in the raiment of lust
And in his kingdom of darkness he reins
To dirty my soul like rust
And clothed in blood I beseech my god
To rid me of sinful thoughts
And all my life's transgressions soil me
I lay me down like dust to dust.
Forgive o Lord my folly and wickedness
that I might yet be free
Stop this burning in my chest
And put out the fires that ignite me.
O God of Abraham and Isaac who begat
And begat and begat and begat
Free me from the tools of that
So I might live to serve in abstention
You've done it a few times but I lack retention
I want to win big and not be an honorable mention.
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