THE WORD.
Woe unto me!
An unclean being.
Being without His presence had I been,
deep into destruction,a bin.
Within me was dug a feeling
of emptiness,
creeping in day to day,
a creeping insect.
Woe to my empty soul.
I sought for Him in pleasures,
for vain glory I ran after
as one chased by seven demons.
I...
An unclean being.
Being without His presence had I been,
deep into destruction,a bin.
Within me was dug a feeling
of emptiness,
creeping in day to day,
a creeping insect.
Woe to my empty soul.
I sought for Him in pleasures,
for vain glory I ran after
as one chased by seven demons.
I...