But even the good people go to hell,
Because even the most sanctified soul
Has done something wrong
Because even the God we worship,
Has had blood on his hands
But still, I’m so afraid of dying and going to hell
So afraid, I pray, I wish I was perfect and on that I dwell
With the shame of hate on my mind
Even if I try to change
Pray for a new me
After a year I'm still walking
With hate on my mind
Is it just human nature?
Or my destiny has been forged?
Because even if I go to church every Sunday
A part of my mind still doubts
And even if hate is in these words
Flowing in my head
I still think God is the only
Who can be in heavenly sky.
And even with that on mind,
I still pray, for being redeemed I beg
I still stand, I still cry and I still get on my knees
Because although this may be useless
I can't say I haven’t tried my sins to rewind
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RHYME
EPIGRAM
CLIMAX
IRONY
ANTITHESIS
REPETITION
THREE PART LIST
QUESTIONING
PARADOX
