Vera's Son - Giving Away Grace

Come Forth with Sorrow Come at me now

A weakness for solace I shall bestow
Give me you confessions penance is a myth

Breathing fast and harsh shaking of skin
Giving Away Grace
Blessed be the morbid melancholy right now
Squander away your brilliance cease the will to believe  
The lapse in compassion has determine your fate
In the name of the forgotten hiding from the retreat

Take me away from your cusp
Break me away from your misery

Written by:
Don Dreste

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