Door of a Believer

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I knock at the door 

I knock twice 

I hear the door creak open 

But no one's inside

All I see is light

So bright that it forces me to close my eyes 

My eyes they bleed

Singing songs of my deeds 

As they fall 

They stain your floor 

The very floor you stood upon

At that moment I realized

My whole existence is a stain full of lies

A stain so iniquitous that it devours the virtuous 

A stain is all I am...

Back then and even now.

 

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