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It's a good thing I can take the heat,
for every last offensive feat
shall be repaid with endless fire
unless I can absolve desire
and resolutely meet
the challenge to escape the mire.

I'm struggling to extricate
myself from this morass of hate
I scratch and claw for any limb
to pull me free, it's looking grim
I'm sinking once again, but wait
it's Jesus pulling me to Him.