20 May 2012
Million times have I asked
Why? Why?
Why didn't you strangle me
When I was still an infant
Without a knowledge of my own being
Why gave us hope
And fed us truth and wisdom
Till we grew up as an upright men
And realized our own damnation
Then vanquished our hope
And wove that snare to prey on us
No one shall escape your justice
I prayed and wept
Till the bed got soaked
Might as well grant me death
And sing that requiem to my soul
Mercy • Opuss № I