And the blood drips out
stains the sheet and the ground
So you're defined by what happened long ago
And the judgement is there
slipping out of their clever tongue
So you sit in silence and beg for a different life
And your sins are as scarlet
solidly they sit so you cry out for change
So your sins are made to be as white as snow
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	NinjaGirl (
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 - Comment from author about the poem: Isaiah 1:18
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