Hellbound and hardly breathing
Holding hands, gazing at stars
Kissing, cuddling in backseats of cars
When the sun catches the moon
We will be there
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People question me about my content
“You never write about the beautiful things”
Everything is grim
Everything is ugly
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Why are the lights turned out?
What is it we are doing here?
Where did I lose my reason?
Who are you past the blur?
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The sinner sins
The preacher preaches
One thing is certain
Preaching won’t seize sinning
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