'I was a brave young soldier
When we attacked the enemy's country
We destroyed their region, I felt proud
But little did I know, my joy would be clouded
We returned home, people welcomed us with garlands
We celebrated, sang songs, and danced
But one night, while we slept, the enemy army attacked
Destroying everything, leaving bodies scattered in the fields, people crying
All homes were damaged, I remembered my past
When I attacked and destroyed the enemy's region at last
Now, I repent, feeling weak and ashamed
My enemy is celebrating, but soon they'll feel the same
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Oh repent o repent, you say it deep in your heart with conscious mind..sure there's forgiveness for you...But if you was an army and you did protect your country then it's not a mistake...if you an army but you a team of greed to take other forsake that a mistake... Aroon, i believe in your past battle, you not kill anyone, children and women and ethic is the rule leader in u...Whatever it is, once you repent you will accept forgiveness...forgive yourself and time to spread what happiness you can bring to others...A good nice words n poem fro heart Aroon..Thanks for sharing-Unwritten Soul