To steal and win is not a sin
If innocence was the cause
Would tell a lie and walk a mile
to save the truth from pain
Would kill a moron and not regret
If he/she deserved to die
Will forge a dream and wash it clean
It’s not a sin. Don’t preach!
I count my breath, upside down
Am I stamping on your soul?
I have my own goals to spin
Your sermons mar my moods
I am but Almighty’s tool
Through whom He plays His games.
No act is sin, there is no type.
It’s a perspective of your mind.
You break my heart, now hear me swear
Won’t match my smile with yours
I need for skeletons, an open space
Won’t lock them in shameful way
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