Everything eventually turns to dust and scatters in the wind
I was too consumed with the desire that my eyes went blind
My fragile hands bleed when I clasped them together in a prayer
I beg for forgiveness by this chapped lips that are wounded by cruel words uttered before
Foolishly I cry when the faint sunbeam fall onto my delicate skin
The pain intensify when I watch the faint violet colours of the darkening sky
Why do when I try to recall the memories of my miserable, short life my tears overflow again and again
The scorching pure light embraced me and soothes my withering body
I cannot even feel it when do I start to crumble away
My wickedness turns into the flame that consume me and it won't leave
My prayer hands are burnt before turning to dust
My wickedness turns into the thorns that bind me and cutting into my flesh
So deep the wounds that they do not bleed
All due to my wickedness....
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