I come before your presence,
To renounce my absence,
From your everlasting mercy,
To tell a tale about my sin,
The sweet sin in my memory,
The stench of it that I loved,
That good evil of my enemy,
Its what I've seen and loved,
Those dark days,
That took my heart away,
That dark uneven way,
That I took and walked away,
I've sinned from birth,
And every morn I woke up to,
Maybe I'll sin to death,
But I saw the light you pulled me to,
Your forgiveness I can never replace.
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