Staring at my sins
and stains on your heart
beg my mind to pray-
another man’s burden
What a sweet, sweet joy
would be, to nail these sins
as if wood, blood and tears
could mend the pathways in your brain
my blood is the only price to pay
drain from my face
pore, into my eyes
see you for what you are
There was no darkness
or heat of flame
only partiality
in happiness, and emptiness in the rest
Clinging sadness grows to a full companion
But I let her take me
up the hill
carrying all my transgressions
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