sinful
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The words
That come
Out of
My mouth
Are bullshit
It's true
I know
I'm sorry
Forgive me
For I
Have sinned
I'm the real synner,
the first and the only.
Don't try to be the winner.
This competition can be lonely.
See - we can't honestly compete
if we accept that we all play in the same song.
It crept and crawledand swirled arounduntil at last I felt its cold handsstruggling to pull me down, fighting for its life.It has finally taken over me.I finally gave in to the sin.
