I was taught by painful experience not to believe on my own.
That I should bear in mind I’m no good, ruthless spider of pawn.
I’m trying to mimics my idols, but these bring me to misery.
Instead of preserving my identity that could bring me to deity

It’s all because I’m hopeless, a hidden crack of beyond;
A deadly insect and epidemic that tries to run along the sun
A pest growing repulsive is me, who can’t escape.
Can’t run and hide from the call of dying cave.

And the only gift I used to consider is my presence here being alive.
Because my talents and laughs are to be paid as I survive.
And love was not easy to catch though my offer was gallant,
Because they judge me in my looks, in my actions of brutal tank!

Prayers were not heard even on the instruments of angels,
For my sins were considered causing the injury of reindeers.
Because the devil behind me covers my entire personality,
That even bells of delight can’t explain this brutal activity.

And now permission to passed away is what I’m only asking for,
But God can’t offer because of incoming dilemmas on my hopeless shore.
Maybe He wants me to change my attitudes and be His good disciple,
But I can’t help it for since in the beginning I’m ADAM who ate apple.