Let retribution take away this breathe of mine,
let it come.Let it end my time.
I can still feel it, deep beneath the skin.
In the form of the devil's sting.
I don't mind being made to die or to bite the dust.
its just what I deserve, its karma.
For i have murdered, I have sinned.
I have been stained with the wrong from him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem