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Only a fool can deny
That we pay for past sins
And though we may try
To cleanse our soul; to rinse
Away our guilt and fear
To ease the hurt and pain
The sun to shine ever clear
After a storm of rain
It eats away at our hearts
And racks our cluttered minds
Tearing out our inward parts
Leaving only, we find,
The mere dusty remains of our being
Scattered helpless on the floor
Till someone sweeps it away when cleaning
Carelessly losing us out the back door