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i have crawled so far on my own without you
that i am starting to think i can stand.
when you killed me, did god see?
did he look down from his opulence
did he see, in his glory
the death of a child
at the hands of the father
i think he did see
and in my eyes he remembered
when he looked away
at the death of his son
and turned a blind eye to my suffering