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A Sinner’s Confession

You turn your back on the very thing you wanted. You don’t deserve to call yourself greed.

A Sinner’s Confession

I used to fiend for that swift and true crackle of bills acquainting themselves with their lover.
The all too familiar tang left upon my fingers.
I’ve lusted after the chase,
left me cashing in every time. 
How could I ever do somebody wrong?
When alls been left astray and I’ve paid the way. 
I used to faint over that soft patter of chips as my hand held true. 
I never asked for all that power.
It just felt all too familiar, it couldn’t help but linger.
How could I ever play a different song?
When alls been dealt away and I’ve paid to stay. 
They’ve lusted after my case and I’ve had the power not to go down that bridge. 
A smidge, but I never gave way to that chase. 
I mourn over that full house, the only time I never had to pay for that free fun. 
I never asked for all this power, 
It sorta liked the way I grasped it and I never was one to give up. 
How could I ever right those wrongs? 
When the cards been folded, I realize all I ever am is loaded.
And I can’t remember the tune I loved to begin with. 
I just fantasize over the swoon of the sterling.
All I ever did to begin with. 

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