Back then, I was a mocker, fiend, stiring
people’s emotions, giving cicatrix, I was a titan.
Living with blood of victims, making
life with blood. People were
flies on my sight, with unconsciousness.

Feet used to shed blood, shared
a purse of blunders, with a scary face.
Behind there’s deaths and crisis.
If you can cleanse the conscious of sins
and the troubled one, almighty, sins are adequate,
cleanse the dark spots of the troubled one.

Sleepless nights, itchy body, ghost
on my sight, all sins haunt me, deliver the
salvation from boiled water, forgiveness
is there in the black book to all sins.
Let their soul rest in peace, for my sake.