Upon my deathbed, I remember not to die
I am his to keep
allow me to be
if he moulds all life, I am his to keep
this is within me
like angel shot into the star
is that how the universe was born?
The blood within my bone, how does it flow?
Was that the power of god?
I lay down my fame to be underground for them to be famous
I'm like Jesus of my time
how do you know how I feel ?
Kiss my lips and look into my eyes
feel the heart beat of a cold heart man trying to break the ice
I think who/whatever that created all don't think, he just did it
how can I be jealous and evil and still be the purest of all
thank you
love
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