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Aimlessly I walk,

through no man's land.

I'm careful how I talk,

and try to understand. 

The further I go,

the deeper I get.

The more I show,

my soul is in debt.

Pay for my sins,

and they'll allow me through.

They are like a million pins,

some I can't get too.

The molten door,

Slowly opens wide.

Shows me what's in store,

and now I'm terrified.

Repent

Don't resent

Disregard those messages I sent

Its not of good intent.

All is well

In heaven

Not hell.

*S*