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Tanmoy Bhattacharyya

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Tanmoy Bhattacharyya

Abstract

Forgiven

Forgiven

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Formerly a sinner 

Presently a saint

Wait, am I sure?

Yeah, the old me is faint


Time to stop pretending

Reveal the truth

Praying I correct my mistakes

Made in my youth


I lost my virginity at 27

To a female, I never married

Wondering if I'll enter Heaven

Or face a fate scarier


The first time wasn't enough

Time for Round 2

Same action, different girl

My flesh making moves


Feeling distant from the Father

Couldn't get much worse

Oh really, you're wrong

just used my middle finger to curse


Sin demanding payments

My account overdraft 

I'm making a mess

Like destruction is my craft


Then one day, I heard it

It was a voice, small and still

He said, confess your sins

And your flesh, my Spirit will kill


It's hard to believe

Forgiveness is open

God gave me another chance

To cleanse me from my sin


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