Remorse

It’s all hitherto danger induced by a stranger. Everyday we weep when we awake from sleep. Regret is expressed in tears that last for years; for our reliable seed has turned into a weed, spreading failure while success is insecure. People are mourning years of fears every morning. Have we not sown the weed from the greed of our own? If we feel remorse for the blunder before things go worse, we’ll go where we belong, beholding it with a remorseful song; hold our heads in prayers every night while in beds; and implore the Creator to save us from this oppressor.