In the beginning when I was young, I called you Father, and you said that I was your son, and we were one. You trusted your work to my arrogant hands, but it didn't fit with my own insignificant plans, and so I ran.
Oh, wretched man that I am! Who will deliver this body of death? Oh, I am too weak to stand! How could you love me with all of this blood on my hands?
I pilfered my birthright; I gambled it dry. I sold every good thing that you ever gave me, and I, oh I lied to myself and I said, my life is my own. Ill do what I wish with it. Ive got no sins to atone here on my throne.
You were the innocent, I was the criminal.

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