26.08.06
Cover me, Sin, and die,
Become that disgusting corpse,
Hard to identify,
Difficult to get the force.
Sting fast my conscience first,
So that I ceased to bleed:
I knew I have been lost
In embrace of devil’s kid.
Cover my misery, please,
I couldn’t argue with lust.
It’s sin, it’s heavy disease,
But I can’t stop my dying fast.
Cover my sin and leave,
It’s not my main aim,
Yes, I bleed-I can’t deceive
But I don’t wish to feel the same.
My Sin
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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