The secret seeds of sin.
Long ago I sowed the seeds of sin,
Better that you not know.
Misdeed and betrayal kept within,
Shadows and whispers that follow.
The depth of deception I create,
Covering my weakest hour,
You would only come to hate,
In fear of exposure I feebly cower.
A stain on a cheating heart,
Grown from my seeds of sin,
I don’t want to tear you apart,
Indiscretion, So hard to keep in.
This single night of liberty,
Should I show remorse and confess,
Mind games of a sordid secret within me,
Everything is such a mess.
She could not compare to you,
She with no name,
The prospect of losing someone true,
Honesty or lies ,either way shame.
Soul searching and penance,
Desperation ,turmoil and pain within
A lifetime of recurring conscience,
Because I sowed my seeds of sin.
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