GONE BAD

I feel guilty because I am not heartbroken

How could I have gone this bad without feeling anything

I’m shaken not only by scandal but also by my sense of immorality

I refused to listen, to moral advises

It was like talking directly into a fan operating at full speed

And like whispering into a paper bag without getting any echo in return

I am just like a fine mind trained in a dungeon

But I disobey or disagree with my whole mind

Than obey or agree with grudges in my heart

But it is never too late

No sin of mine is greater than the mercy of God

I think the colour purple is too righteous