I The Wicked Son

My confession I'm a wretch A miserable Broken soul Stained black in sin I am shattered But I am reborn Scarred, yes But reborn Cleansed in fire Washed Clean Pure crimson I will dive Deeper Swallowed whole by the sea The purifying surf I will never surface Yet I will never drown I The Wicked Son Drenched in Saving Scarlet

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