Maybe it was all a hoax
A game of words
Injustice of hopes
To take advantage of those who are lost
Something is hidden
Behind those eyes
A Longing for a mother's lullaby
Secretly crawling under me
Old words soaked with cynical rhythms
Teach me forgiveness
Soft and shallow
Conceive the moment in time
I will be no longer
Feeding guilt's own desire
Will you stop waiting
For her flower to open
Demons from above and
Angels from below
All dwell inside of you
Implore you to crucify the ego
You are the black hole
In my field of vision
Stark and abused
And I still try to write
Your name on the water flow
We never see the divinity of all
And so does your hypocrite-self
I release the dam to wash it all away
To sink the lavish of our asininity
Before we can call ourselves humans
And still we can never
Provide mercy on our pitiful behavior
Teach me forgiveness
Soft and shallow
Conceive the moment in time
I will be no longer
Feeding guilt's own desire
Teach me forgiveness
Soft and shallow
Conceive the moment in time
I will be no longer
I will be no longer
I will be no longer
Watching stones roll down
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"A techer asked, what is forgiveness? The little girl answered,
it's the wonderful smell that a flower gives when it's being crushed."
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