Atonement

The silhouettes of those dark days,

Those times when I had lost my ways,

Still looms large in the complex maze of my grieving heart,

Giving me no respite and

Often punishing me with agonized bites,

Coercing my conscience to search and fumble for,

Keys which would set those wrong deeds right.

Some says it serves me right to suffer such plight,

As God, a higher power is there,

Keeping a strict vigil to record in immaculate details our deeds and

Responding to sincere prayers.

And as such I, the fallen one, must suffer in His created realm,

Must spend my life in suffering in His created sphere.

But the truth is, it is Him who has offered me salvation.

I can feel it in my guts that the burning fever of suffering, 

For my sins is now breaking down.

And I am going through purgation.

This higher power is whispering at my ears the one and only path of spiritual upliftment,

And He is saying to me,

"Just pray sincerely my child, and win your way back to me with true atonement."

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