Sin

Tasting tears from eyes so blind

heart pure black, the sinning kind

wishing to have wings of gold

but all the wrong and guilt unfolds

the blade so sharp

the arrow true

but these don't kill, it's words that do

 

The body scars with lips sewn shut

as bleeding ears do hear you

what can i do i am unclean

Satan's love, you heart he'll woo.

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