Thoughts are hidden, but not this drop of tear.
My voice is audible, but not clear,
I feel a hot lump, whenever try to share.
No its neither fear nor scare,
It’s just a feeling am afraid to share.
A feeling of guilt and vengeance,
Diffused in my soul, the sound of my conscience.
I’ve lost myself, myself in the hands of Satan,
In the maze of evil temptation.
Still I can survive if you help me to
Light my way with hope to see through……
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