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I was angry
While you were crying
I just let you down
While being cautious
Then I killed your self
With all I offered
I couldn’t stop myself
So I took it out you see
Just like the martyr
I had to cop it
With no priest at hand
Only you could understand
The things I bleed
So I crawl
On burnt skin
Feel the pain blend in
Until it pleases me
This is my repentance

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