Come to me with weapons down and
all of your armor left on the field
Call off your archers, Tell them to return
their arrows to the quivers, Their
bows to their sides
I'm here for forgiveness
I've run from the ranks
mindful of the dangers, The
penalties of deceit
Believe me
This blood trail's been
purposely poisoned by
my wrongdoings,
There's no going
back
This ends here
before You.
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