A Sinner's Last Request Poem by mizuki ren mizukipotatoren

Once's there was a girl, a girl loved by many or she thought she was.
her eyes wonder the impossible and her dream are unreachable, dreams are meant to be reached but
why cant hers?
well, her dreams are not meant to be real! !
her dreams are a fantasy! !
with this dreams, her world has now turned upside down
like so…instead of seeing the beauty of a rose she saw the thorns beneath
and so, she is also like a rose, her beauty proved innocence while her soul is wicked and so full of hate for no reason, just like the thorns of a beautiful rose.
she knows what she's done, she do believe she is a useless fool, a selfish child, and a mortal sinner.
she can't stop herself, her family and friends tried but failed to do so,
she knows what's beyond the gates of free will
(free to do what you want than what is right)
as you enter the gates of free will wicked awaits, she wants to stop everything her life isn't an exception.
so was hoping I will be born anew,
Yes, my dear, it is I, the girl I've been mentioning is me.
a failure to humanity, a girl who knows nothing but her own desires
I hope this to end,
as time will pass by, I will be lying in the ground soon the earth will consume my body and my soul leaves to wonder,
travel to where my dear god desires,
as I walk to paths, a path where I can feel the clouds beneath my feet or feel the burning pain of the Firey pits of hell…
for I know I've been a disgrace, a selfish being and a sinner. (You might wonder, why do I repeat this certain statement? Well, it is to remind where I must belong hell…. maybe?
I am not worthy to be given a new life
but if I still be given a chance,
a chance where I can be born anew.
this may takes days/months/years/or even centuries, my soul will still be hoping to be born anew and start from the beginning of a new life.
my dear, (to whom still love me, or so I thought) I will not be missed, non shall be worried of my death, for I am nothing compared to you oh such beautiful soul,
as death is the painful truth and life is a beautiful lie,
life is the only path to death, as death is the only path to life, that's what I believe.
I may have no rest, for I'll be paying for the sins I've done
may my tears be their tears of joy, my sorrows will be their joy, may my sorrows have no end, my regrets will fill my wicked soul, and my pain will be eternal. I will carry their hatred and pain hoping this will pay me off and will be given another chance to be born anew.