I asked God to get me rid of sin,that clinging to the living ,
Closing eyes imagined features, searching for yourself ,
Biting flesh in dreams where sweet lips took so pretty,
Guessing lonely song that whispered far away.
Trust in picking faith ,collecting day by night, burning for eternity, cradling every night ,
Trying to redeem myself,freeing the flesh from thoughts,
Had given rise of way where bud of flower hid my womb,
Needing blossom for every lovely thought ,
Catching breath of agony keeping hotbed route.
As if enchanted in a lair of words partially frozen from the callousness of the open thoughts .
Silence is a vow of sacraments returning , the motives you are in looking for a date at the source of love,
Creating fate, not see so strictly to this world,
Loving every sign that given by the God.
A sinful desire
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