I used to be a better man.
But the regret came, and here I am.
I used to walk outside my door.
But I don't go outside anymore.
When will they carry me to my grave?
So I can pay for the things my hands have made.
Two sons will take my body
and place it in the ground.
And I hope they know to be nothing like me.
My Blood is tainted with bitterness.
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