I know that sometimes is not easy to forgive me, but I fucking swear I still bear this cross, and sometimes I even felt the need to bear thousand fucking more.<br />
I had my share from this stinky piece of cake called regret, but I will no longer humiliate myself to your need of calling myself a sinner, while you are easily taking the crown of the saints.<br />
How long do we have to bear our fucking crosses on our shoulders as a dead weight that pushes us into apathy? <br />
How long do we have to confess sins that we actually never ever committed? <br />
Will we always be separated into saints and sinners? <br />
Those who bear the crosses might just as well have the glory, while the ones considered clean might just caught red handed.<br />
I will no longer humiliate myself.<br />
I will no longer cry tears of regret.<br />
I will just rise and take the crown, fly towards the sky and let this world burn their hypocrite saints, and let them rent a place in hell.<br />
This sky is ours.