The Tree Of New Life - Dark Sermon

I drag behind me a rope

So laden with sorrow

That I can barely take another step

Without falling to my knees

I drag it in the dirt

My feet kick up dust as my rope settles it

I seek no answers

Only peace

In the distance

There is a single tree

Salvation

The rope must meet the branch

The rope must meet the branch

I have traveled from afar

I am weary, but I must keep my pace

The rope must meet the branch

In the same way it has met my neck

I will earn my death

I will earn my death

I will earn my death

You cannot deny me the right to take my own life

I will earn my death

I refuse to be robbed of my own suicide