Sins
Sins will eat you up and spit you out,
they seduce you and kill you till theres nothing left.
You think you know crazy? You haven't seen anything yet.
Death has it's sights set on me, taunting me till I give in.
In the dead of night I wish to feel the comforting prick of
paint till the sin flows red and rast set on a course of destruction,
visiting your desolent past. I feel calm again, peaceful, almost
as still as death until the rays bring back their wicked pain like
most sins!
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