The Sinner

Standing before the gate of arrogancy,
Wide opened eyes gazing hesitancy,
The heart beat spurred faster,
Bring out pitch-dark anxiety.

Rage of insolent echoes,
Filled the air, panically thundering,
Waiting for a black death.

On the hill which tripping,
Dark light sends smile,
To unfortunate creatures bathe in sin,
Fading the dreams with reality.

I'm so miserable,
Can no longer speak about mistakes that been built,
If only reincarnation is exist,
I'll ask another part. . .

Time stopped here,
Enough the hopes been given,
Your place forever in this confining red,
Under the feet of lord of the world. . .