Long ago I rode,
Down on the evil man's train
Oh, what lies I told,
And spread filth with my bane
I kept pace with fools,
Seldom curbed my unclean eye
Tragedies became tools,
How I longed that I should die
No man knows the grave,
Like tasting the poison man's drink
My youth, which I gave,
For years trying to fill my sink
A Book rested in dust,
Of which I had given no thought
A tin man of solid rust,
Had I become, for the illusions I sought
Now, no heart heard me,
I had become mute to all the world
Left alone in my futility,
Except the Liar's laughter as i hurled
Forgetting my Father's face,
Surely no moments left in this shell
Save Unending Grace,
I would have rode that train to Hell
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