The toxic waste products of being human pour out from me
It's a strain but it's not a strain because it comes too naturally
Oh, the shame! The shame!
The smell, the smell, the offence, the tears
It stinks! I stink! A foul smell in your nostrils and mine
But here's the marvel
With you there is forgiveness
You absorbed my sins in your body on the cross
You gave me a new fragrance
You set me free
Your life for mine
A divine swap
A living sacrifice
A happy ending
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