My world is beginning to fall apart,
I feel I will soon be lonely.
This doesn't seem to change,
Time is making a thought of stopping.
The whole conception of my life
Is spinning through a blackout,
I can't find myself out of this mist,
My view is being slaughtered by darkness.
I feel my sins on my surface,
They are stopping me from breathing.
I haven't asked for pardon to Lord.
Turned the calender pages but never thought
I would have to close my account.
I feel so sinful and am doubtful
If I would ever fall in heaven.
Clearly, its really late to repent,
I'm sorry, but still, for what happened.
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The title and content of your write made me smile, what possible sins could you have committed, relax, you're innocent and needs not worry about falling out of grace, He loves his creation, especially the repentants Smile! !