as i traverse through the depths
of my own transgressions,
i am acutely aware of the celestial
realm shedding tears of sorrow.
it is an unending cycle of wrongdoing
that has permeated every fiber
of my existence.

these tears,
like a torrential downpour,
cascade upon my weary head, submerging
me in a sea of remorse.
the stains of my sins, like a vile residue,
cling to my very being, a constant reminder
of the hand I have used to wipe my face.
the heavens themselves bear witness
to this filth that engulfs me.

"oh, but you, so young and naive,
indulging in acts of self-inflicted harm
in the name of amusement.
little do you realize that your days
are numbered, and the reckoning
will soon be upon you."

when the time comes for you
to account for the good you have done
with the life bestowed upon you,
how will you respond?
love may profess the willingness
to sacrifice everything, yet no one
can guarantee passage into paradise
for another.

the heavens, undoubtedly,
weep for me, just as i weep for myself.
however, the heavens forbid me from
shedding tears of my own.

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