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"Sin is fun." That's a lie.
It only gets worse with time.
Stuck in a ditch,
wishing I could get out of it.
And look to the most high.
The one that will provide.
Not my flesh,
which just makes me run and hide.
From the light of the one
who loves me so.
Who will never forsake me,
but make me glow,
inside and out.
Like the sun,
no shadow of doubt.
It only gets worse with time.
Stuck in a ditch,
wishing I could get out of it.
And look to the most high.
The one that will provide.
Not my flesh,
which just makes me run and hide.
From the light of the one
who loves me so.
Who will never forsake me,
but make me glow,
inside and out.
Like the sun,
no shadow of doubt.
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