Sinner's Retribution
Hands clasped, eyes closed
Future’s dim, stories untold
Awaiting the ember flame
brimming with toiling shame
Pleading for a broken retribution
Grasping for my long, lost salvation
What have I done?
Where have I gone?
I’ve lost my way under the guiding sun
Blemished sins that I hadn’t shun
Once more basking in this credence of light
Hoping that I don’t get lost again in the recurring night
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
Allow me to rest in my contempt so grim
Rid me of this ill-fated friend I call my mind
Help me gather my thoughts of the sublime.
Else, I shall wrap myself in the absolute
Hoping to escape my share of death’s loot.
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