Regret

 

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Void of feeling, emotion, thought

This musty emptiness is bought

A heart charred black ‘round the fringe

Simply because one has sinned

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Poison spreading through one’s veins

Inside one’s soul the numbness reigns

Death-marked is the blood—every ounce

All’s left is the last, fatal pounce

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Sluggish blood in a blackened pulse

Lead to slow painful result

Lethargic heart; the worn-out pump

Disperses mercenaries with every thump

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Faint, unnoticeable is the beat

Who knew defeat could be so sweet?

A soul from salvation is starved

In the flesh that the sin is carved

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Defeat is here; this is the end

Sin—with which one’s life, one spends

Lungs draw your last and forget

A soul stained, tainted with regret