Seeking to Confess

On a vacation I need to travel

Into the unknown annals of Hell

Seeking a date with Mr. Devil

Conveying him that I’m on peril

It’s him who rescued me back then

It’s him whom I obeyed back then

He is the one who can help me quell

When I’m there in the annals of Hell.

 

Eyes moisten often when they see

The small shrub has grown into a tree

The stem swelled up with dee...

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