Going
through the back door
The
smell will not go away
It
will trap in the penetrator
In
the gathering of dust and soil
The
bad will follow
Even
putting perfume
For
a while it can be
When
it dries up nothing changes
The
bad fortunes will stay
The
very bad deeds need to get free
In
it the many mistakes will be shown
There
is no escape but to own it
When
it fails to stay in the light
The
dark forces will claim it
There
will be hearing the loud scream
As
the bad dragging away in crying shame
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