Pity me not
I want to be reborn from the underworld
To bathe in the clouds
With yr kisses washing the guilt away
I howl in pain
For this life breaks my soul
My energy is low
And cannot pull through this cell
Of my distasteful body
In which, you would not embrace it
But you want to protect yr conscience
So, yr tears of doubt weep
Pity me not
For I don't crave yr penitence
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