Gone With the Sin
Giving up on all I believe in,
Opaque is the road that I walk on,
Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of
Erasing, all the wrong I've done.
Wandering the streets of wrong-doing,
I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated
Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying,
How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a
Trap, in the web of life.
How everything that gives delight, in fact, has
Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a
Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins
In my hands,
Not knowing what road to take.
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