Is it true dear that
on the day of resurrection
my body will testify
against me.
My hand will say,
I stole money
My lips will say,
I spoke meanness
My legs will say,
I walked on the way forbidden.
Dear, I comitted all the sin
to please you
Why do you now say,
I am a hypocrit.
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