Regretful souls

We repent and cry out to a distant God Then recite apologies to all that hear Knowing that our regrets are but a façade Our footsteps are heard throughout the metal rod Longing and fearing a punishment severe We repent and cry out to a distant God Ringing and singing, our voices sounding odd Fumbling through early laws, trying to adhere Knowing that our regrets are but a façade Feeling around, we find the dark firing squad The purpose of it shall be ever unclear We repent and cry out to a distant God Panicking through the grainy darkness we clawed Seeing nothing but what is in our own sphere Knowing that our regrets are but a façade The reality is that we are all flawed Is our final repentance not insincere? We hope for our stone hearts to become unthawed Knowing that our regrets are but a façade

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