sinner

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By eleanor maslen

Throw the coins onto the ground at the devils feet. By your way from heaven from the golden cobbled streets. Wish upon the falling star that this life will end and beg to god for sinners your family and your friends Dry the blood from your soul and smile up to him for the gods and the devil are one the great creators of the sin. Your eyes will close soon and god will turn his back Your are not a child of his for love is that you lack Do not be proud no one else is your family will not care when you are dead and buried no grief will they share.

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