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Oops
Sex on the internet, 
and sex on TV.
No matter where I go,
there's sex around me.
I try so hard,
I want to be good.
I don't stay away,
But I think I should.
I think of Jesus,
and how he was cruicified.
He lived a sinless life,
without any "oops well I tried."
But then there's me,
sinning on and on.
But I'll reap what I sow,
Once I am gone.
Why is it so hard,
why the pictures in my head.
And they will last forever,
until I am dead.
And then I'll confront god,
and fall in shame.
Then forever I will be burned,
by the eturnal flame.