Go Save yourself from sinning,
The end is almost nigh,
But then again why bother?
The world is full of sin
And your trivial contribution,
Will not impact at all,
Cos' relative to the real bad guys,
Your badness is quite small.
Your nasty thoughts and petty lies,
Make you feel your evil,
A state of mind, inherited
From times quite medieval,
The bad amongst us sold their souls,
And they make you look angelic,
They place into perspective,
Your actions and your malice,
Do not allow self hate to rule
It will only make you callous.
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