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They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever ask permission

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever ask forgiveness

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever see you suffer

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever face the consequence

Scarred with fear

Plagued by guilt

Wash yourself

Of this filth

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever ask permission

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t ever ask forgiveness

Bury it so deep

That you don’t know it’s there

Never shall I sleep

Lest I become despair

Those three questions you were asked

You shall know them only when I come back

Sinless hands, stolen grace

Violations you were unable to face

I would take your place

Golden hairs, plucked with ease

When you wake, tell me what you have seen

Scrying mirror, lined with bones

Hold your tongue, now

Ferry me to the shore

I would take your place

One letter condemns you

The other will bring salvation

Cut off your hands

And give them to the devil

He will never take your soul