You do not know how bad am I,
I am not a good man at all,
There is a man with the exterior of his own,
But the interior lies it hidden from the public gaze.
I am not a good man you are looking out for,
I am but a bad man, very, very bad,
As the man behind the curtain
Know we not
And assesss we otherwise evaluating the outward,
A badman I
And all of my activities bad and sinful,
Always wanting to confess before the Lord to absolve them.
You do not know it how bad am I,
A badman I am very, very bad really
And my activities so sinful.
A badman I, very-very bad from my within and outside,
Take me not for a good man please
As all my activities sinful and a sinner am I
Doing it ll sinfully.
You please prise me not as a goodman as
Not so good am I,
Nor is anything noble and raiseworthy in me,
I a poor amn weak in everything; my lust my weakness ruining me.
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