Absolution
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They Offer No Absolution
If we’re born sick
But we love it,
Will we ever change?
If we wanted to confess our sins
Without fear
Of them sharpening knives
To cause pain
Are we stuck in a lie
Between one love and much hate?
Suppose we give rules a change, maybe then they'll be straight.
Over time we will grow to hate the rules we have changed, but
