I don't deserve this respect
Or this high raised pedestal
Burn those laurels and praises,
And stop singing songs of glory.
I have hidden well, my darkness -
But, as it turns dark, I merge in
For behind my mask of goodness
I too have a murky story.
I don't pray for forgiveness
Nor offer lame apologies
No expressions of remorse here
No guilt from which I'd scurry.
The line of righteousness, is blurry
I stepped over, very wary
But now crossing back, seems painful
And frankly I'm in no hurry!
When time would come upon me
I'd walk head up, to be buried
Dont put up any fairies on my edifice
A demon or two - would be savoury!
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