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O God, have mercy on me.

Lift me from this pit,
This grave that I have dug.
Corpses claw at me,
Dragging me down.
The remains of my wrongdoing
Threaten to destroy
The body
The soul.

Deliver me, Lord,
From this prison of my own making.
Lift me from this death and destruction.
Sin begets sin
Sin begets pain
Sin begets death.

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