Intro:-
This is the day of the man's sin of theft.
POEM
Reflecting on what I steal
The mirror is so real
Mary devours my soul
For answering Satan's call
Her vicious screams said
"They work till they're dead"
"Why don't you work yourself?"
"Instead of your crimes of theft"
The curse she creates
Growing my self-hate
The good scream
While the evil die
In a bloody stream
Where all souls cry
On Earth none are victorious
So one must work to be glorious
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