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My Crime
I can feel you always there.
You grab and torture my heart,
grasp and rip apart my mind
'til I fear I'm not all there,
make me feel my soul's damned,
and part me from all blessings.
I often know that you're there,
but I've never seen your face.
You're keeping me from heaven,
but I do not know your name,
severity, or nature.
You may kill me in the end
or send me deep into hell,
but I know not what I've done
to have the sentence I'll get.
Why have you come to torture
my body, mind, and spirit?
Maybe I'll find out someday.
