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My sins to the devil

The goblins dark claws reach out to me
quietly he speaks in a raspy voice
he asks for all my sins and tragedy's that I've done
For this I knew he was wrong I have not sinned by the breath of my brothers
We have been as holy as Gods right hand commander
And as a sinner I would not feel whole,
And at best I would have to sell my soul to the devil
His fiery smile would break me into tears
slowly swallow up my fears consuming me for all I've done wrong
And yes I may have sinned and lied but God forgave me because I'm an angel.


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My sins to the devil

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