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You came to me and said to me, love me truly, my son.
But how can one love you by turning you down?

Christ, you made me to hand out you,
so your faith would be done.
But how can I live anymore,
when I've hitten the nails trough your hands?

I was blinded by arrogance, but you knew all along.
In fact you already knew my sins before they were done.

I swear I didn't mean to hurt you,
but I feared for my life.
How am I supposed to live now,
when I'm stained by God's own son's blood?

Now your children everywhere swear and curse by my name,
but how can one change something that was marked by the faith?

Christ I can't take it when i see,
that I've nailed you to the tree.
Christ why can't you forgive me,
hear my regreting scream?

Oh Christ, why won't you hear me,
I only did what you asked.
Christ i already feel like I'm dying,
so why shouldn't I by my own hand?

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