Incorruptible

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I’ve been told it’s incorruptible
How long is the warranty?
I’d like to speak to God about it
Or whoever gave this thing to me.

There’s too much I can’t accept
There’s no way it can be,
I must have someone else’s eyes
To witness what I see.

It can’t be justified
It doesn’t fit the frame,
Weren’t we all born free of sin
And look what we became.

Somehow I turned off the path
Went wrong without intending,
I’m sure this one has been corrupted
Another soul for mending.