BY: YIYIN N HEART
I slumped in time,
God, look at the face of this naked,
It was ugly and meaningless,
For a moment, looking, quiet wounded,
God I was chained in the darkness of the soul,
Empty without feeling my blood,
I and prayer, my Lord is the beginning and end of
From figure guts torn and broken,
I was restless and prayer and full of pain,
It is a breath in the quiet night,
And prayer is that I, who sleep and pain, which was destroyed at the end of hope,
Wailed in a quiet spot, cried all the taste, tortured, imprisoned, and trapped!
Lord, I am who and for what?
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