I stood before the stone with my offerings,
A gift-bearer placing it on the bearer of gifts,
My life I laid before the gods to take,
In repentance for deeds now past,
How could I do such dark and ugly things,
To someone that I loved so much?
Now she is gone, but I remain,
As does the memory that does not fade,
Of her and I and what we once had,
And what I have left now.
I ask for nothing because it’s how I feel,
When I try to look inside,
Must I do it to everyone I love,
Before I see what’s wrong is me?
I repent, my gods, I repent.
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