I bow before thee, O Ar-Raheem,
With heart dipped in plea, filled to the brim.
Wined with devils, rum of doom,
Dined with rebels, meal of fools.
I wronged, I sinned, for that I weep.
My whole being is doomed to reap.
What seeds be sowed, shall duly attest.
What debts be owed, will surely infest.
The lump of flesh, which once bore sound,
Was ground to mesh with sins abound.
Cajoled by piper, playing tunes,
Of poisoned sniper, forming pools.
Forgive me, O lord, I plead in shame.
To redeem my faults, I call your name.
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