Writing my wrongs in this black box of shame
Singing some hims to erase all the blame
Kneeling before you, I’s lowered in shame
As pen-nance releases my runaway game
Whisper my seek-ret through theses cuts in the steal
Where you hear me, and hold me and tell me to feel
So I squirm and erupt as I rise to my heal
Shed shame’s ugly skin, for flesh's a-peel
Pen-nance: The act of writing your wrong
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