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Sin
Born in sin,
never to be safe.
Living a nightmare,
from which you'll never wake.
You see a light coming,
just the darkness before dawn.
But every day this darkness spreads,
with the moaning of the reapers song.
Blood spilled by human hands,
have tinted the crimson sky.
Every drop taken without guilt,
even when they left a child to die.
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