Again

I'm a sick perv

Heard from me first

Grew up in church

With rich pastors

I've slipped a slur

I did the worst

Most is a blur

Besides what hurt

Stop throwing dirt

On my grave stone

You're no better

We're all alone

I am for sure

Of the unknown

One day, you're pure

The next, you're shown

Again and again

I'm losing my friends

Beginning; the end

Is starting to blend

I start my ascent

It's hard when condemned

Who won't I offend?

At least, I'm open

There is no cure

The strain endures

Being mature's

To be insured

On life, in death

Pray for the best

And if you're blessed

You'll get to rest

If you addressed

What's on your chest

Turned in a mess

You'll decongest

If you invest

Instead impress

You will digest

Be less depressed

Again and again

I'm losing my friends

Beginning; the end

Is starting to blend

I start my ascent

It's hard when condemned

Who won't I offend?

At least, I'm open

Again and again

I'm losing my friends

Beginning; the end

Is starting to blend

I start my ascent

It's hard when condemned

Who won't I offend?

At least, I'm open