As I traverse this spiritual wilderness
seeking solace, a dwelling place
there is something I must confess
I am held captive in disgrace
Drowning before you,
embracing this cycle of sin
Oh supreme one,
Restore my shattered sense of self,
mend the seams of my tattered faith
or else I perish in ignorance,
dishonored and in disarray
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