I count off my sins on my fingers
Shortcomings, failures, imperfections, mistakes, truths
I count and count and count until I run out of fingers.
I've only sinned five times.
And then I see another hand.
And then, I read a math book.
Numbers do not go that high.
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Yo! Be honest, folks.