Let me sin
- Dhairya vyas

- Jan 27
- 1 min read
Let me taint myself with sins of today,
heaven over yonder seems far away,
oh let me be unholy in your books,
let me steer clear of holy crooks.
maybe those in your hells were truly free,
help me be nothing, oh get rid of me,
help me bring this down, burn this house of cards,
break this mirror and cut me with the shards.
look what I made for me, a doll of hay,
light it up in flames and brighten my day,
all i earned, all I got and all I found
the power to burn it all to the ground.
oh sinner oh liar this ain't your land,
dancing to the water. toys of sand.




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