Pursed Lips Cracked II

I hate what the world has made me;
This would be the gun of lunacy,
The time has come for the force of one
Eradicate this darkness in me;
Oh, God to be your son
The death of one is but the onslaught of more
Try me, vindicate thee,
The sharpness of pursed,cracked and bloodied lips
Judas was a tool or was he?
Fingernails struck out, cables in the sand
The wrath of one, the fall of me
I, have forgotten what it is to honour the son
Oh, to be the God of One.

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