a sinner's soul has been freed;
thy feather's converged into a prolonged halt,
as the soil-colored wings come to life.
the past that hunts the sinners;
the merciful God in heaven who's ready to forgive;
Lilith's wrath,
ready to devour the apathetic souls who deny death.
oh, you sinful soul;
what has been engraved to you,
must come to an end.
a pitiful soul ready to ask for forgiveness,
from the one and only God,
is nowhere in sight.
all those grievances of conforming times of pleading.
tell me what you have learned, my dear.
ask for forgiveness, as the Messiah is merciful.
"a lost cause" is what they call 'em.
no one wants to be called like it;
no one.
not even the transgressors that lie beneath the ground.
but remember my dear one,
that not all the evil-doers come straight to their demise
they still live on today;
lurking in the shadows of their prey,
waiting for them to have the same fate as theirs.
now dear, what have you learned?
why don't you ask for savings?
your sins will perish and Lilith will leave you unscathed.
remember my words, dear.
place it inside of your heart,
as when you only keep it to your intellect,
you'll forget the lesson and will remain a pitiful transgressor.
open your mind, altogether with your heart,
and you'll be a free soul,
a former sinner.
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a maze of introspections
AcakThis list describes the beginning of a new phase in the writer's life. It speaks of a time when they were overwhelmed with emotions and had no idea how to express them. Writing was their outlet, their way of neutralizing and overcoming those feeling...
