Buy thy Sins

A penny for every dark thought

Every bad intention ever fought

Would free man from all evil thought

Then heaven would be ever sought

Back to limbo when my horns are bought

Good booty for every evil sought

From the market where white feathers rot

Where white garments soil the lone black pot

Our great fear is of the house that is hot

Where sons of the father dance till never not

At home they dress like servants of old

And run from father when their wings grow bold 

Back to limbo with my booty, brought

From pawning sins just because I ought

In the market where white wings can roam

The white can make the black wing groan



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