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Desolate Life
Today I stand at the end of the road
The one about they always told
Nothing remains to look back
Except the desolate black track
Of wrongs and misdeeds I have done
From commitments of love which I run
I have finally caught up with reality
To see the fangs of frivolity
I fall on my knees in repentance
Hoping for God’s acceptance
For ripping a million souls
And feeding my devlish ghouls
It’s too late for me
I’m blind to see
The ramification of my action
Has led to my life’s defection
