The Sinner's Pen
An empty shell, I stand undone
While haunted by my past
A victim of the choices I've made
That were destined not to last
Reason, just a misplaced word
That's helped to seal my fate
Repentence, was tomorrow's plan
But somehow coming too late
Though my vision was twenty, twenty
When looking where I'd been
I was living for that moment
Too deceived to call it sin
Excuses, I had more than most
Justification, my disguise
I tried to make it hide the truth
But it only hid my lies
My reward's become my punishment
My home, this empty shell
Forgiveness, now a hollow word
There's no forgiveness in hell
And now I reap the things I've sown
Through the tears of my regret
I hope this letter will guide your path
So you will never forget
This letter were found inside a church
From one who was lost in sin
No name was found upon the note
It was signed, "The sinner's pen"
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