How crooked her hands
How twisted my thoughts
How could I take her stand?
I'm a fraud who'll be culled [?]
For all that I've said
And all I've done
Was worthless at best
And worse it did harm
When I get my own [?]
For everyone kneels [?]
I can see in the end
It was all for myself
Woe to me woe to me
My guilt is unfurled
But I'll die in this world
Woe to me woe to me
Whatever I get
I deserve nothing less
If there is a way
To pay back this cost
It is out of my hands
And firmly in god's

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