I saw the world, the world replied, and yet, I know I did not sin.
This they yelled at me, scolded; they even begged
Yet still I skip along with frilly flip flops, and know better: they lie.
The preacher man looked down upon me, while I was on my knees
Because he had the men build his pulpit tall, that’s all.
I don’t know what is in it for him, but I know
Not lordship, only “good lord”. I know.
If no one around me said I sinned, then I would not
If I didn’t believe that I’m a wretched person, indeed I would not be.
Somehow, as I pen these words, I am free
And that is all I need.
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