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The scenes of sins are like a stream
of filthy water in a dream.
In filth, I’m drowning and I scream.
As I awake in tears,
within the darkness of the night
I feel so sad. Where is my light?
Did youth do never what is right?
Now, I can’t shake these fears.
The shadows of the past haunt me
with endless scenes for me to see
the chain around my neck shall be,
a smile changed to a sneer.
I’m frightened in this world of darkness,
it’s not the same as loving-kindness.
On my knees, I ask for forgiveness
and see a light appear.
An angel walks upon the ground,
a smile of warmth lights all around.
I rise to love, my neck, unbound
and sense your spirit near.
Yet, darkness sets another snare
and sways my sight from loving care
as earthly angels prance out bare
with those smiles sweet and dear.
“Back!” I yell, “Vixens of the night.
My heart is with the angels’ light.
Away with you, my God is might!”
Their laughter's in my ear.
Now, I’m awake, still on my bed.
The light’s there and the dark I dread.
They want my soul before I’m dead.
All I want is a beer.
This dream stirred my spirit and soul
with sights forgotten. Now I’m told,
“Repent and heaven you’ll behold,
or it's hell. Is that clear?”
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