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Sep 2017
They do say confession is good for the soul... But confession is just a ***** guilty ******* .  A scornful man who aches with grief  and don't know where to put it ..So why not spill it ? Why not tell it all?  I bet you fear to be condemned .. To be judged in the eyes of the ones who  you love. So you speak half truth .. To be at Peace ..To sleep at night  ,you admit of sinful thoughts and deeds you have wrapped and fold up under your sleeves. Those deceitful tricks and schemes that you plot unseen.. Those lies and flaws that you hide skillfully ... You cover them up with red petals of roses ...  And lock them away with rusty old chains and padlocks . Confess what?  To whom? Does it matter if it is right ? But I bet , you , you confession, is nothing  but a pretentious ,well put together lie.
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Zauditu
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