بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Regret

The sins of my self have thickened the veils over my eyes
The evil vices of hatred have hardened the walls of my heart
The voluntary faults have tainted my speech
Where shall I flee?
Whom shall I flee to?
In which direction should I face?
I am too ashamed of the evil committed by my hands alone
My face hidden in the darkness which has become I
Remorse and regret is all that is left
Of the years of oppression caused by my senses

How shall the curtain fall?
How shall the wall break?
How shall the spoil cleanse?

Who is there to forgive a sin?
To shower mercy
To guide the lost
Who owns the power to make imperfect perfect

Not a soul on this earth can possess such power and might
I was a sinful creature; I still am a sinful creature
But there is light to those who seek it;
Who yearn to be free from all evil
Whether committed directly or indirectly

For those who want to be guided there is a way
All things have a purpose, nothing is created in vain.
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