So many tears have been flowering in my grave   So many flowers have been withering on it   Alone in this jail, I hear the wind caressing my gravestone      Loneliness is timeless and my sufferings endless   Silence. I can't stand it. I hate It.   I feel the vermin swarming through my body   My limbs are decaying like old fruits.      I'm doomed to stay here, my soul is trapped   Who condamns me? Why?   What have I done?   Where is my god?      Anyone is perfect, we all are sinners   Humanity is what it is   Temptation is human lust too   Who has the right to judge us?   Neither a god, nor the humans.