Searing is the flames upon my flesh,
Scorching is the heat upon my soul,
Burning is my dieing fires of hope.
descending to darkness,
Rising from shame.
Entered i have this place of grace.
Broken angels chain me,
Rusty harp strings peel away the skin,
The melody answering my sin.
My blood run dry,
My sins drained,
A second chance I take,
From the world where sins remain.
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