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Sorry Excuse
A lonely child born of
sin comforted from within,

too many faults too little time,
nothings right inside my mind,

horror all around my life,
another bloody knife.

Questions arise from the grave,
the one I tried so hard to save,

but nothing is right,
and it never will be...I come
from hate and it will kill me.