I'm scared!
But I swear it isn't my fault.
Poor was I,
Finding my path into a coffin
When riches went stray;
She ran out of her abode
Only to find rest in mine.
At the top now am I,
But, I'm scared I might fall.
I swear it isn't my fault,
Please pray for me.
I am Emmanuel
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