In the of surviving life there is but one goal; One To suffer, endure, and And with time such challenges become a of course To face, overcome, and leave But, with what does God choose to inflict so many hardships on me? For the sins of on Able? Or was it for Adam and Eve? Peccavi, Let them suffer Punish them for the things I do Suppose it is my that causes such things? The power of Karma with of ice Then dare I not speak with in vain; In tongues of anger with blood red snake for the lord surely strike me down But for what reason does God trip my stride and lay on my back? For the of men who cripple and stab? Peccavi yes I have But, burden as they have burdened me Peccavi yes I sinned Yet, I am in heart but, left with them it would surely bleed God it.God damn them I'm so of it all If pain is what makes your garden grow, then just this garden flower If this is all got to show, then death shall be my finest hour me lord, as I speak in vain Our father who'art in hallowed be thy name But, is it too much to ask you to free me from hell when Thy kingdom come,thy will be done, on as it is in heaven Peccavi, Let them then Punish them for the that I do I sinned I'm so of it all Do you with a tainted glove? I cannot see through a painted Please free me from these of love That tie me down through and rust