I will be absolved
Of all of my fantastic sins
Those you only fear when you grow old
God has decided he is to forgive me
And who are you to judge
With your broken promises
Stepping on so many cracks your mother never did take a step
Before the altar of saints with jagged scars I have made penance
Figs, flowers and fruits have I brought
Yes, I too have paid in blood
For the act of forgiveness is not cheap
and reaping your sown sins can shatter the already cracked soul
Jesus is not the last with a cross to bear
- BlooWriter
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