Roads that begin
Followed till it reached the street named sin
A sudden curve towards that certain cave
I kept on moving like an ancient slave.

Wrapped by an illusion, chased by desire
Now I spread my trembling hands
Hoping to rise higher.

Spinning and spinning
Picture me falling
Witness me crawling
Because every sin I earn from now onwards
All belongs to you.

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