Sinner

Standing here I pray to the sky,

Hanging here I pay for my crime

FIve minutes, it's all I have left

I, shall take my step

Let it go

Let it go

My remains shall be burned

My soul shall be accursed

For those who I touched

Up they will go

And down I'll fall.

 

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