My Sin My Father

"The sweet spring pours into me, the holiness shines upon me Suck her remains, broken bones, and blood Mother's tears water my eyes My father's sweat makes me even more humble Eternal Father—no sin can forgive me Livestock devour livestock, animals chew animals Soreness, fatigue, numbness, congestion All of this occupies my body and my heart If I don't love her, there is no value in living for me If I don't love the Father, there is no point in my existence death, massacre Like factory pigs, hanging in the air Blood flows from my flesh, from my scars They gnawed at my flesh as the savages gnawed at hers ah, my father Ah, my destiny Satan's sin, my sin Slaughter me, cut me into pieces Why is it such a situation? Why is it so mean? My Father - I don't ask for any mercy or any response from you I'm hopeless" Purpose: Poetry