Sins

Sins of great means
Makes you feel like the feighn

The sin brings pleasure
Not one can measure

So you go out and sin
For your internal happiness
Never eternal

For you know it brings much turmoil
That will make you feel far from royal

I sieze the day
When my sins will be weighed
And I’ll be able to say
My sins flow
Through the river bend
Never losing
For sins are choosing
To become a better human

Sinful desires
Sinful mistakes
I can’t preach to the choir
But not all sins are forgiven
But, we keep livin’
Until the last song ends in a lake

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