It happened at the early sun
The senses in me, when realized
Past turned history, smooth and silent surprise
Unfaithful deeds mine, had to have payback
But the words were still bound
Someone had been waiting, the silence no more stayed
Evil had to let go, the wicked had to lose
For the tragedy caused
The pains and the wounds
Held amid in awe and fire
Lies unworthy, unversed, untold
A little hard work, somewhat desire
Searched the corners, the highest places
Where should I go, where next. . .?
The answers were nowhere, just blank spaces
The Satan stands before
Eyes bear witness to the silent communication
The confessor awaits with folding hands
Asking "Will you be the one I cud make my divine confession?"
My divine confession
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