I wouldn’t forgive you if you were groveling at my feet;
Lives ruined are expurgated from your recollection
I’d keep walking if I saw you dying in the street.
You say Jesus saved you from your own deceit;
And you hide from each contusion in your reflection
I wouldn’t forgive you if you were groveling at my feet.
Your conscious exists as an untainted sheet;
Don’t think your disillusions will provide you any protection
I’d keep walking if I saw you dying on the street.
Memories are too embedded for you to delete;
You can’t discard them like debris for a garbage collection
I wouldn’t forgive you if you were groveling at my feet.
You say you left your former self in a hotel suite;
I say he’s awaiting his inevitable resurrection
I’d keep walking if I saw you dying on the street.
To the darkest depths of oblivion you retreat;
Has God’s love restored you to your level of perfection?
I wouldn’t forgive you if you were groveling at my feet
I’d keep walking if I saw you dying on the street.
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