~Sacho X. Jones~
I walk upon the judge of heaven to
Give him my plea of innocence of sin.
I did wrong, but can I be forgiven of
The Unfaithful, Dirty Nasty things I've Done.
He stood up and looked me in the eye to
See if my sorrow was in fact in vain
My eye shed a tear when he asked me about
Love, I said to him loathing that vary word
He said to me that was the worst he'd heard
I fall to my knees pleading for life
He turned his head at me and left, Doom
A simple tear of blood ran down my face
And then I wake from my slumber to find
That what I saw was a dream and nothing
More and laid my head down and slept.
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