"Do Not Resuscitate"
The pale chest read
A lifeless fate
Already chosen
So is this the way we play our cards
Is this the brightest of the stars
To fold the hand that we've been dealt
To call the game before its over
Fatigue with your fear
I choose to cuddle hope
If she dies in my arms
I will not let her die alone
So give and taste the dirt I was made of
The sin I was marred by
The blood sprinkled over the mercy seat
And the Spirit active in me
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