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Hear I am

In my father house
There are many rooms
Where father plays at God
The morning star would rule

Here I sleep

In my father’s house
Daylight quickly fades
I lie in endless nights
Where death will visit me

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Here I walk

In hallow places
Endless emptiness
Just as it was written
Ever separated

Here I weep

In vain my tears fall
They bring no relief
As each one disappears
Consumed by lakes of fire

Here I live

I am imprisoned
In my father’s house
I call but no one hears
I bleed and no one sees

The Son