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Confession
Sometimes they lose faith
and become sinners,
other times they as sinners
find a better path
and gain new faith,
then there are those who pray
and remain sinners,
questioning their existence
as each day begins,
then there are finally those who
believe in nothing
higher,
or below
them.
No
matter their ways,
any which way,
they all face death
in different ways.
They may use the gifts
they were given,
or they may supress them,
though some give in
to their demons,
let them
be known,
but only to themselves,
never letting them out
but harnessing their ferocity.
...It's getting late
in the city
and already
I'm late for midnight
confession.
and become sinners,
other times they as sinners
find a better path
and gain new faith,
then there are those who pray
and remain sinners,
questioning their existence
as each day begins,
then there are finally those who
believe in nothing
higher,
or below
them.
No
matter their ways,
any which way,
they all face death
in different ways.
They may use the gifts
they were given,
or they may supress them,
though some give in
to their demons,
let them
be known,
but only to themselves,
never letting them out
but harnessing their ferocity.
...It's getting late
in the city
and already
I'm late for midnight
confession.
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