.Iâm going up, up on my hill
To die on a cross that I carry within
Deep under my skin
Iâm wearing a rug, my head is in thorns,
The smallest of rocks is felt by naked toes.
Golgotha of mine â so slippery steep.
Transforming my life
To gear of machine.
And I want t.
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