There is a shell around this shadowed face That hides and protects me from myself, The pointless lies and unbearable space Between faith and me: The Sin.
But this shell will shatter over time And shards of hope and dreams will die, Drowning between almost every line Lies myself: The Sin.
This life-suppressing entity Has taken my heart, my soul, my voice; It has taken my mind, my memory: The Blame, The Selfish, The Sin.
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