Why hast thou maketh me to die?

Oh, Scupltor I asketh thee sir why?

For all my short days I long for life!

For all my short days I long for life!

But there upon thy cross you lay,

bloodied for mine fines thou’st paid,

‘neath dark and sin of this errant clay,

and so to gird me with thine day!

Lo’ Hell had fell upon thy spotless flesh,

Thou love and light has conquered death,

now here I ask a question been made new:

why hast thou made me life by cost of you?

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Note to self: stop drinking. call Greg. Repent, you piece of trash. Finish what you started. God loves you enough to meet you where you are.