There are a lot of things I said.
A lot of eyes I turned red.
My anger took me way too fast to seek no advice from my past life.
A call to glory, to see a whole lot of holy beings rating us.
I could be a good angel but I felt it was boring.
In real life, been an eagle with enough silence to keep me soaring.
How many plaques do I need to block the denial of my transgressions .
Everytime I put a pen on a paper, it feels like a possession.
I look at the numbers and be like "are all these my collections? ".
Keeping the work so low, but it wouldn't pass recognition.
Lord forgive all my inequities, because I continue to count my sins on all of these retributions, and pronunciations.
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