The confession I will sing… Of my burdens. The will I enlisted And delivered to Satan. And chorus the repetition my deeds induced by words. My heart will bleed In earnest. And confess All tears I shed. A song I sang In sorrow. All glory to GOD. < previousnext > People who enjoyed this, also enjoyed: I will disappear A Poyem (Poem) To Be 17 & Less Jaded The Soul Of The Hermit The betrayal and trust