The sooner I die.
The sooner I die
The better, my dear.
I pray to You
My dear, to forgive all.
I am receiving here
The fruits of my past actions
And nobody is responsible
For anything done, I know
each and everybody is an
Instrument in Your hands.
O my dear, It is my misfortune
That I am adopting in this life
Foul means, falsehood and fraud.
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