, lay to waste. Frayed at the edge, flat lined. The anvil cracks. The hammer relentlessly comes down. A new pariah is born. Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
was wounded for my transgressions. And He was bruised for my iniquities. But chastisement of our peace was upon Him. And by His stripes we are healed. By His stripes we are healed. Oh I am healed