Turning my
back.
Too late to
call me in,
I have
fallen, favour given,
Lost to be a
supporter of her,
The nag of
twisted lying cloth.
Damage done
for greedy hands,
Yet I forgave
that wicked sin.
Still my
vow, I must honour,
So I’ll
never go back in.
Unrighteous deeds
not Christian values,
Taught me
nothing new to be,
Only my disdain
of this vixen,
Shall keep
me safe
And set me
free.
Grudge I hold
none,
Yet I’m
loyal,
To be rid of
this spiteful deed.
Now I turn
my back on going,
And forever
more,
My debt be freed….
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