Sinner
Standing here I pray to the sky,
Hanging here I pay for my crime
FIve minutes, it's all I have left
I, shall take my step
Let it go
Let it go
My remains shall be burned
My soul shall be accursed
For those who I touched
Up they will go
And down I'll fall.
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