God Man's Lost
This time the Hurt is deep.Life has grabbed the dagger,
and plunged it deep into my heart.
The agony in this tragedy is not death,
but a lost Man.
So long ago a heart was made.
God placed it in his hands.
He fashioned it to hold passion.
the type of energy that last forever.
In seeing this Satan raised his bow,
a shot a arrow right through it
I tried to pull the arrow out,
but each time I only lost more blood.
My time was running short,
and with each breath,
more of me was lost.
and with my last grasp,
I looked at you and saw what was lost.
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