Gentle creature you are, you never strike.
Rather hold your breath endlessly than speak
Frowning is against your religion
Strength is your existence
Pride is your word.
Prayer is pointless.
Honey is sweet
Love is dangerous; nevertheless, being loved is the objective
Guidance nowhere to be found.
Heaven is so close
Death is your comrade
Hate your sin.
Dreams become dull
Heart beats slowly
Eyes water
Palms become cold
Smile appears.
Blood streams down her hand
Fingers twitch
Skin is pale
Eyes slowly close
The end is near and your hopes are high.
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