Sins yet to come

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Why do you torment me where even in my sleep I find no relief? You pull on my soul like a phantom force. You drag me to places I want not to go. You tempt me to do things I want not to do. Forgive me now for the sins yet to come. Feed my hunger that pulls from the dark shadows of my own soul. You creep in and take me away. There is nothing I can do. 

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