Let Me Have My Own Cross! ! !

Let me carry my own cross, on thy shoulder, not pause, Let me have my own crown, Lord, enough of that frown, I am a soul, full of Karma, on thy stage, no more drama, everything visible very apt, my ignorance and pride, my evilness and wickedness. I am a coward to pass it on, I am a fool to believe it fun, I am not innocent, when my heart is dark, I am not good, when my mind is full of fog, I am not sincere, when my actions are deceitful, I am a traitor, when I betray thy rules. Let me carry my own cross, cross of my actions false. Let me have my own crown, an arrogant crown, full of poking iron, Let me drink the soured acid, acid to neutralize my weak base, Let me have my own cross, which is made of feather and floss.