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A misspent youth rears its ugly head.. |
| These thoughts that choke my mind like sobs, Please, Dear God, these thoughts are not my own! These new-born fears of sins, that I have loved, and done and now must it seems, atone. They've turned on me now after years from everywhere come seeping tears! Sins that wore the masks of fun have doft their masks their hair undone, I find them, oh so awful now but I must nurse them anyhow they are my children loved so well but burning in my soul like fires in hell Father have mercy on my soul To late I see, to late I know! |