Unforgivable

I hear the screams of all the men

I've ever killed, and now and then

I'll see their faces in my dreams

Bloody, bruised, and now it seems

That sometimes they'll talk to me

And torture me by making me see

All the sins I've ever commited

And all the times I've ever admitted

To doing something horrible

Something unforgivable

But without the slightest feeling of guilt

And because of that I know I've built

My own special room in Hell

My soul, the Devil's own to sell

And I know that Heaven I'll never see

Because now God has abandoned me

The End

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