Pardon
I know not, Oh Lord
How many lies escaped my lips
How many words, like poison stings
Have been shot by my tongue
And how many bodies in which
Their veins spread the poison
From the pierce of these stings
How many faces I punched with my fist
That left a permanent mark on them
how many drops of salty water
I’ve extracted from damp eyes
Knowingly or unknowingly
With intentions good or bad
I’ve given woes to different souls
However near, however dear
Pardon me, Oh Lord, for all those deeds
So I shall do it no more
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