Version Psalm 13

Will forever cover time and space
of how long till I see your face?

I speak to me with stricken words
they come at me with brandished swords

Lightened eyes wont sleep at all
you hear my cry before I fall

Grandiose voices rail with glee
allow not death to conquer me

A faith in substitution finds
arms outstretched toward aid devine

A lasting note is on my breath
requited tones escaped from death

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