Sins are simple, sins are hard
Sins are made every day
I have sinned as much as I can
So I could only make You mad
But even if we have lived a happy life
And sinned all that time
Even if you are rich or poor
Everyone pleads when they arrive at their punishment
But why would you be harmed
If you only did it out of love
Or was forced and killed
But strait to hell you go
And the Dark Prince will make you pay
For all your stupid mistakes
Let us have a way to get in order
With Him above
Not with money
But with actions from your heart
Ofcourse even if it could
I would still go down below
With all my sins I have made
But let's make a deal
You above
Make me go all down below
Even deeper than my sins
And help all the men and women who have paid their sins
Those who are labeled unworthy by Your judgement
But with a heart better than my own
Let them see a better world
A world between above and below
So in their deaths they may find some peace
Although it may not be holy all
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All The Truth And Nothing More, Your Honor
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