My Lord, I pray,
Behold my sins.
Outcast outlawed by fortune.
The price I pay
While singing hymns
To humankind is torture.
My Lord, I know,
The crop is rich
Just as horn of abundance .
But wine in bowl
It tastes like bleach.
And scarlet be my silence.
My Lord, forgive
Me not today.
Let me indulge in vices.
A blink to live
In first sun's ray
Begrimed with murder's kindness.
17.01.2022 SX ZeX
My Lord, I pray
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