Clean
You have dirty hands.
Stain it on my clothes.
Till you clean yourself,
In controversy
You’re likely aware.
Impossible!
To clear yourself!
Destroy my name,
And fix yourself.
Sinful lips,
And sharp horns,
Of Satan!
Too good
In game
Clean.
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
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