Seems that I was born nailed up to the cross
Nails freshly hammered in for all my flaws
Thes me hands nailed down by what my sins cost
Yes, I was born to die for my own cause
Life only the memory of all the nails
Pulled to the void how I tried to get off
When I write, it drove deeper in the nails
Lived to die, I could not escape my cross
Before you God, my life was only death
Lived for myself lived till nothing was left
My hearts wounds beat till I had no blood left
Consumed by selfs void I gave my last breath
I writhed, I died till only God was left
One prayer to you God; it was my first breath
The ideas enumerated here are to complex for me to explain in a sensible way, however the word of God clarify the themes here:
We know that our old unrented self was nailed to the cross with Him in order that our body [which is the instrument] of sin might be made ineffective and in active for evil, that we might no longer be the slaves of sin.
For when a man dies he is freed [loosed, delivered from] from the [power of] sin [among men].
Now if we have died with Christ we believe that we shall also live with him- Romans 6:6-8
God so Loves 