Forgiveness

The person of interest was a farmer
His palms were sweaty from the heat
They came to take him for harming her
They came to take him for harming me

And when they bathed in the floor
All he could do was pray to the lord
And ask for forgiveness
Forgiveness

In the basement was where i would hide
Collecting the dust into clay bowls
Rotted furniture lay molded and dirty
I'd sleep on them and dream of you
At night my skeleton would leap out of my skin
And dance around the room
Telling me everything

And when they asked him what for
All he said was it was for the horde
And asked for forgiveness
Asked for forgiveness

Forgiveness



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Writer(s): Justin Moore
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