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The Darkness, sadness, itching, just once more,
Fervor fills the air with sounds as I win,
Check my phone and place more bets to be sure,
Desire fills me and justifies my sin,
A prophet cries repentance on the stand,
I see Satan’s chains anchored in my vice,
Can I come back? Lord, take me by the hand,
I stumble, Lord, will you forgive me thrice?
Cutting vices from my flesh, my thrill fades,
The Lord of heaven speaks and my chains fall,
Walking past the graves and dim hidden shades,
Christ lifts me, saves me, to Him I’ll give all.
