Every Sin Makes The Rope Tighter Poem by Crystal sing my sorrow
Every Sin Makes The Rope Tighter
As she hangs for the skies above
Wishes for the pain to disappear
Her legs barely touch the ground
While her neck is snapped in half
She knows that everything she asks for will never happen
The rope she hangs from gets tighter and tighter
For that rope tights for each sin she has commited
Now she knows that life is nothing but a sin
She dies alone while the rope tights even more
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4/25/2024 8:28:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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