The Above and Below - Sick

I can’t save a damned soul
I thought that you’d already know
You had the time
To say goodbye
Now father forgive me
I’ve read your book
And I don’t want to burn
Because where I am going
There’s a plethora of fire
I’m so sick
But not in the medical sense
They’ve been telling me for years
There’s no cure for
A mortal sin my boy
Now cross me and shake your head
I might as well already be dead
And you will find
This letter sealed and signed
Now I’m scared and I think
I don’t know what she’ll do when I’m gone
Because where I am going
There’s a plethora of fire
I’m so sick
But not in the medical sense
They’ve been telling me for years
There’s no cure for
A mortal sin my boy

Written by:
Quinlan Braiwick

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