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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

WFRL: Gethsemane

Ian Gillian

I only want to say,
If there is a way,
Take this cup away from me.
For I don't want to taste its poison.
Feel it burn me,
I have changed.
I'm not as sure,
as when we started.
Then, I was inspired.
Now, I'm sad and tired.
Listen, surely I've exceeded expectations,
Tried for three years,
seems like thirty.
Could you ask as much
from any other man?
But if I die,
See the saga through
and do the things you ask of me,
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me,
nail me to their tree.
I'd want to know,
I'd want to know, My God,
I'd want to see,
I'd want to see, My God,
Why I should die.
Would I be more noticed than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done matter any more?
I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord,
I'd have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord,
If I die what will be my reward?
Have to know, have to know,
My Lord,
Why should I die?
Why why should I die?
Can you show me now
that I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little
of your omnipresent brain.
Show me there's a reason
for you wanting me to die.
You're far to keen and where and how,
but not so hot on why.
Alright, I'll die!
Just watch me die!
See, see, see how I die!
Oh, see, see how I die!
Then I was inspired.
Now, I'm sad and tired.
After all, I've tried for three years,
seems like ninety.
Why then am I scared to finish what I started,
What you started - I didn't start it.
God, thy will is hard,
But you hold every card.
I will drink your cup of poison.
Nail me to your cross and break me.
Bleed me, beat me.
Kill me. Take me, now!
Before I change my mind.

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