“Me”, said I. “I have some questions to ask. Do you think you can handle the task?”
Well, just go ahead.
“Why do you wish to be dead”?
“Do you feel somehow unfit”?
There is no forgiveness I can give myself,
Though a ‘God’ can forgive and put me top-shelf.
My guilt is of my origin and of my sin.
That is why I cannot die,
‘Cause my faults would fall on some other guy.
That isn’t the way it should work, I’m the jerk!
I deserve to be punished.
So I have to live for now to, to repent, don’t you see?
K. Aldaya, 4/23/03
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