Daddy Sin
We are all the sins of our parents
We are all mistakes from whatever agent
Tell me why my mind is alive
Tell me why the death is in a mile
And why it takes so much time
It's disappointing.
It's a mess
We all die on the hill of our sins
But really what would our death save us from
And what would our sins damn us for
And what will our love bring forth?
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