If the thorns that entangle every inch of my brain
Were the same as those that crowned my king
I would not even feel worthy enough
To endure such pain and suffering
Because I feel like such a bastard
Because I know I have sinned
I don't feel worthy to accept grace
I don't feel worthy to be called a saint
But this is just selfishness in disguise
I know that my sin put me here
And I want my strength to get me out
But as I strive to save myself
I turn my back on everyone else
A son cares even for a worm
But the worm not for a son
And so, even my good deeds without the spirit
Are just an extension of my fallen pride
And I can be a doer of good
But if it is only to comfort my conscience
I am as evil as the ones I call my enemies
I'm my enemy in every way I can think
I satisfy my flesh no matter how it poisons me
Don't tell me what to do or how to live or how to breathe
I tried it on my own and still I sink
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