A moment of indiscretion,
bad choices sometimes made.
And all the plans that run afoul,
by mice and men are laid.
And there within the moment,
eternity comes to pass.
And so the woes,
of those sorrow filled souls,
that always come in mass.
And I, I seek the comfort,
within this world I’ve built.
To stand upon tomorrows dawn,
and free myself of guilt.
But alas I find,
no such kind.
No forgiveness within my grasp.
And thus my sin,
is hidden here in,
behind this lock and hasp.
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