born into this world, where warm hide away from me
shame are all that is left inside of me
plight of me due to some incredible blunder from yesteryear
fruits of the tree of shame were bear upon me
entrusting me the task of clearing it away from my name
tree of glory is hard to plant, as meticulous is a must
harvesting the fruits are even harder, where no blunders are allow
but for the sake of my name, i shall press on
i will give up over my dead body
and all the shame will run away from me
fuck the neutrals, may your shit hole burn in the lake of fire
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