A flower's beauty will die, and the light of brightness will fade away, if only my faith wouldn't drift away, but my intentions are of one who is going astray, my heart welcomes the lies and my eyes with witness knows the idea of the path, and my skin knows it will be eaten away,and the burning of hell fire is almost on my way, and every day I let the chance go away, my pride will bring torture in the grave, tears that come with fear, before its too late and I'll be ashamed, so as I repent please forgive, before its too late.
Idil Mahamad
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