This is a cry of a person dissatisfied
the faint feeling of a blank stare stating:
Here I look upon the world,
to which I am dreadfully attached
I regret to love it so much
as I cling on harshly, gaping;
it is full of distaste and resentment.
I tried to see everything in it,
I have lived and saw life without grace
and sin devours envy controls hate
and men die holding their pride
and selfishness corrupted the soul.
It is without a doubt that I -
who swore to be free of the earth
withheld of freedom and deemed memory
a clean slate again.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
This is a cry of a person dissatisfied
the faint feeling of a blank stare stating:
Here I look upon the world,
to which I am dreadfully attached
I regret to love it so much
as I cling on harshly, gaping;
it is full of distaste and resentment.
I tried to see everything in it,
I have lived and saw life without grace
and sin devours envy controls hate
and men die holding their pride
and selfishness corrupted the soul.
It is without a doubt that I -
who swore to be free of the earth
withheld of freedom and deemed memory
a clean slate again.