Sweet Precious Forgiveness ... sigh
by michael
With ease, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man.
My list of dire transgressions wears the sturdiest of quills.
Now leave me to my memories; you're no longer in my plan.
I guess that's cold, but warmth escapes me-can't you understand?
Just because I let it chill, you're still guilty for the bills.
With ease, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man.
A feather's light, the burden's lifted; I feel super—ma'am,
while you're a piglet drenched in swill, I trill songs of whippoorwills.
Now, leave me to my memories, you're no longer in my plan.
I always will remember ev'ry lie. I shall not ban
a single dirty trick, OH, I'm so pissed that I could kill!
But, yet, I find forgiveness, as I'm not a perfect man.
I dream of you immersed in acid, sizzling, getting tan;
of course I'll pray for your sweet soul, dear, I don't wish you ill.
Alas, I have my mem'ries, you're no longer in my plan.
Alone, I'll carry on, with brav'ry, courage and elan.
You'll rot in hell; it's not my fault, but such a bitter pill.
I hold unto forgiveness as I'm not a perfect man--
and cherish ev'ry mem'ry; that bitch just ain't in my plan.
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