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Sinner
Contributed by
Ratwick
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Sunday, 17th December 2006 @ 03:52:40 PM in AEST
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O Mother, my Mother,
Forgive me I've sinned
It's too late
To turn back
So now I'll begin
A great downward journey
Filled with Needles and Pins
O Mother, my Mother,
Forgive me I've sinned
O father, My father
Where have you been?
It's too late
To come back
So I hope you can't live
With a lifetime of Lies
Dead Locks and Old Skin
O father, My father
you've taught Me this
My whole life I done wasted
I jaded my soul
Now the Bottle is Empty
I've drank enough for us both
But Life ain't waitin
For us to grow old
So talk straight, 'n I'll chase
With this songs sad note
O Mother, My Mother
Forgive me I've sinned
I've done what you said
And it came from Within
I Gave!
And I've Loved!
And still Hell took me in
O Mother, My Mother
Forgive me I've sinned
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Ratwick
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2006-12-17 15:52:40]
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Re: Sinner
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by MisfitMe on
Sunday, 24th December 2006 @ 08:48:55 PM AEST
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Great flow, but as to the, "Message"...well, just know that beyond the concept of, "Sin" there lies a really cool place of acceptance for our human frailty. Hope to meet up w/ you there...someday...
" Yet we have been captured by the thieves of the night
held for ransom, if you please...
Heaven help the Devil
may he have a few unpleasant memories..."
~G.Lightfoot
BigLoveMuchPeace,
~MisfitMe |
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Re: Sinner
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by Alex23 on
Sunday, 14th January 2007 @ 01:11:17 AM AEST
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| I love the usage of apostrophe in here. We are all sinners, and our imperfections are what bind us to this earth, as well as what bind us together. It's how we react to our actions that tell people who we really are. Great write! |
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