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Diseased is this body
Infected from the world
Worldly sorrow will bring me death
Cry out to the one who saves
But my cry is contained
This scratching inside is terrible
Death would bring relief
Caught in this web of feelings
No longer do I want these emotions
My heart is broken
And my hands hold the hammer
I caused myself to shatter to pieces
How can I condemn myself?
Christ took away all my shame
My heart believes this
But my mind twists His words
Life, is what I should be consumed with
Only death is my shell
I want to break free
Free me from myself

Nina Wagster
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Corpse-Warrior Featured By Owner May 6, 2008   Writer
This is beautiful. So often I read a poem and it's all like "Jesus is my boyfriend". Few seem to address real issues, few seem to be truely honest. I read this and I see honesty, and I like it.
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DMNHunterLDY Featured By Owner May 6, 2008   Writer
Thank you again. I write what what is in my heart. Ya people can make Jesus look wishy washy but the truth is that he suffered and bled a bloody death for me. nothing rosey about that.
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Corpse-Warrior Featured By Owner May 6, 2008   Writer
Indeed.

I look forward to seeing more of your work :)
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