False Truth Steadfast Climbs
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Upon the shadow of the hill
the false truth steadfast climbs
and in the darkness of the hood
I repent of all my crimes.
If there can be no forgiveness
in the tightening of the noose
I pray I shall swing forever
now kick the damn floor loose.
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