Remorse

It is the most terrible word.
I stand on the brink of a precipice.
Below is death,
Behind is what life has been.

Remorse

I cannot bear it.
I have wasted my life on emptiness.
What do I possess?
But the winds of the earth.

Remorse

I have claimed there is no God.
Oh fool indeed! To have taught such lies!
To late I see,
The truth, now right before my gaze.

Remorse

The time is near,
When I must take this last death-step.
Like all mankind.
To what, I say to what?

Remorse

I know in my heart,
A truth to great for my mind to fathom.
Eternity.
But where I say But where?

Remorse

I feel the fire.
I am condemned already.
To late!
The time has come and I must jump.

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