Frightening thoughts
For every debt I owe
My soul is wrenching
From my body for paying
I was from the heaven
Fell at hell from overtaking
My trophies has been taken
By witches that stole things
Committing crimes
Saying such lies
Stealing wallets
Rob such moneys
I've became a bad person
Since everyone wanted me to be owned
If I regret, I repent
Good ones, never pays
Sinners are nothing like those devils
I repent when times I commit mistakes
Respect me for who I am
'Cause I'm not perfect as God
Written in: January 29, 2020
Published: April 05, 2020
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