Clean
A dirty soul, a filthy mind
with twisted feelings and eyes too blind.
A curse had once touched the core
and bloody drops started to pour.
An arwy shape and an ungly skin,
quickly formed from sin after sin.
The heart is now so weak and thin
and willing to know
is there any way to clean?
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