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amazing grace, how sweet the sound…

stop the music it brings me no comfort

it carries its authors guilt like mine

play me something unfamiliar

in a foreign language

it may be incomprehensible yet soothing

old rugged cross

that would be more like it

a song that can hold my suffering

this. overwhelming need to be engulfed

in. something greater than myself

my destiny could be a rhythm

a sound of praise i suppose

like Christ others must die so i can live

but i find the loudspeakers from these churches outside my house unbearable on Sunday mornings.