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8/10/2014 9:54:28 PM

Pendleton Arkwright
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Confession

So many are the times I've fallen
And countless are my crimson sins
With certainty now I am solemn
When faced with what I see within

A black and hollow desolation
Fraught with greed and devastation
Seeking light and reformation
A speck of hope upon the fringe.

Twas not always my repair
Innocence once held me
Long before the wicked snare
That furtively compelled me.

Nescience told me dark was light
Blind was I to my own plight
Wandering further into night
To a place I knew not where.

Ergo I am left now broken
Traipsing down the primrose path
Hoping soon to be awoken
Thence elude the coming wrath.

For castigation seeks to find me
Pale Death rears his scythe to bind me
Demons hope they may confine me
My soul becomes inutile chaff.

But I will never cede my soul
Whilst I hold a single breath
And verily I must condole
For penance is my last egress.

And by my lifeblood I'll atone
And dredge the filth out of my bones
Then nevermpre shall I bemoan
And nevermore shall I digress.

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