Surrounded by memories that trouble me
Thousands of years of torment and torture
Dying over and over in an endless loop
This is what awaits those destined for Hell

I believe these memories are real
That I have indeed been there before
But there no longer by the grace of God
I am certain I shall live a thousand years more

The trauma is still there, lingering, remember
That pain and suffering echoes and bleeds
Churns out more suffering like an ache in the knee
But nothing compared to the torment of Hell

The suffering I have endured was all for you
Plenty of sunshine and love so true
I pray for my enemies if I have any
I love my friends and family

All of the things of my character that are true
I deny them simply because they are true
To hide my identity among the thieves
And reach into their hearts by Way of He