The old man pulled down my head
and whispered….
Listen, my son, and listen carefully,
for this is what it’s all about
And this is what you cannot,
and what you will never live without
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Sin is always hungry, an unstoppable parasite,
which feeds upon me, you, and all life
And guilt is the fire that cleanses the sin,
and cuts the darkness with a sharp knife
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Sin is the seed, sprayed forth from the loins,
of a terrible legion led by the angel Azazel
And guilt is the solace born in the heart,
and flowing from the eyes of the kind angel, Gabriel
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The struggle between the bright day,
and the all-encompassing dark night
And the war between sin and guilt,
is forever ongoing, the wrong, and the right
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This war is the bloodiest of all wars,
this scuffle is the deadliest of all scuffles
If the sin wins the game, all is lost,
but if guilt wins the cards, the life reshuffles
Shehryar khawar 