I am a victim of my time
A product of my age
There’s no choosing my direction
I was a holy man but now
With all my trials behind me
I am weak in my conviction
And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you
And now you’re gone
You were a victim of my crimes ...
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