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We are within
With our original sin
Where can we go?
To whom will it show?

A Devils device
What we all sacrifice
Is not always known to others
This darkness falls and smothers

Me, I am not alone
In what has been shown
This original sin
Is where we all begin

The end will always call
It defines us all
The beginning seems wrong
Till we find a place we belong

This woeful original sin
Every now and then
Comes bubbling to thought
No matter how hard we feel we have fought

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