Arise, all sinners
Ye emotions that are forgot
Give just one last drop
To this dried up well of distraught
Set my path on a mellow cloud
So I can change their judgement, their eggings and my plot
Lay down, ye sinners
We submit to your absence
We long for the sorrow you bring
We agree to the rules of merciless sense
We relish not the penalty of its invocation
For we always have another ploy to our defence
Bow, to the succumb of despair, you sinners
I say bow to the voice of god
Allow this symphony
To caress my feelings of grogged trod
Let it for once Lay my path with fragrance of sweet memories
So I may (for a moment) be free from the adjudge of these persistent prod(s)
And if it may be that these emotions are never coming back
And I'm only left with the silhouette of my good heart turn bad
Then
Requiem Aeternum dona eis, Domine
Grant them eternal rest O lord.
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