I am contaminated
with the pain and sorrow of this world.
I cannot be amongst the pure, and happy birds
except as an imposter.
An ocean of sin enclaved in my heart
would pour out and ruin their party.
the sins that I have seen
the sins that I have done
what I did
and to me what was done, are all the same.
One same ocean of sin,
contained in my heart
and I can’t fly.
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