The open bag
Sitting by the corridor
Hoping to fill in the bad
There are many to be had
The bad ways
It can't be hidden
Even by praying
Because it has been written
The records by the angels
The marks on the pages
The bad may not see it
It can't be gone
Even by praying
Forgiveness to change
If the residue still burning
The open bag still waits
Royalty, rich and poor
All will be equal when they return
The angels will narrate their stories
The Maker will decide where to put them
So listen
Show your humility all the times
Don't get chained when the day arrived
The open bag will close up; you can't escape
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