Disease

God cursed you with disease

Made your life a living hell

Now you walk in the shadows of the trees

Not thinking of the Lord as he fell

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From the weight of the heavy cross

That he took for the love of you

But instead of the rock that you toss

Thinking that its downfall will be met by due

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Due that had come just in time for your death

And when your due has been paid

You can’t be reimbursed with breath

And you hover over the coffin where you’re laid

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Awaiting your judgment day

Wanting to change your outlook on life

Wishing you had something to say

Wanting to hold your beloved wife

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For just one last time

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The End.