The Story of the Sinner

This mind I call my hell will never forgive the sins that I have committed.

Too unjust to be absolved.

My hell shall never forgive, and never forget.

Too long under a tyrannical rule it has been.

Its sinister thoughts it’s only comfort.

Let light from above forgive the sin of the unholy,

And illuminate the hell of my mind so it may become clear,

And finally be given penance.




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