Somewhere an old man dies
And a child is born
Mellifluous is the sound of his cries
To the ears of his mother
It's the start of a new life
An year later the child exclaims
Ah look! it's a butterfly
The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
The stench of sin lingers on my soul, Dark and unforgiving. Drop by drop my heart darkens. The blood that flows through my veins is cold. It freezes my body and leaves a mist of scorn. Worthless it chants and flows from the depths of my eyes as I mourn. Pity, this water engenders in eyes of the pure. It is not pity I require, a question I want to be answered. Will I ever be whole? Will I ever be whole? Today I send prayers to the heavens, forsake me not. For from the depths of worthless coal valuable diamonds are found better than gold. Answer this prayer Oh Lord, my Lord! My Lord, spray a sprinkle of heavenly smell to get rid of this stench. Buried under the covers is a stoned heart, revive it, give it a new form. Make it of the purest as my heart you mold. Answer this prayer Oh Lord! Answer this prayer and make me whole.
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