Pity on me will you take As my soul sent to flight Past the ones left denied Never knowing If he holds their message of plight Holding their souls in contempt Hearing illfated cries Oceans of souls left untied Are all but denied Lord wont you please hear my cries As I beg to be saved Note as I drink from the chalice Preventing me falling from grace redeeming my soul through confession My hands to the sky Imminence grise through possession Though not knowing why Seven spirits Although my eyes even now Cast a look of condemption When what has happened to me If youre given redemption The sacred had had come forth Through renewal of faith Outcast unclean seven spirits Leave mind with no trace Seven spirits
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