
Protect is what you did all these while;
My old man's prayer bells must have rang for miles;
A deaf ear I turned, his pleas to sooner seek your advice;
A rebel that I am, drawn I was to Satan in disguise ;
For if I had, lesser the pierce, though Karmic points would still linger;
Sooner you did come, in my dreams on some nights;
But the prince of darkness was in his guard;
His 1000 years had 365 days more to be up;
Liar! is all you said in Bayshore in the presence of all;
The answer to brake the ride and end the storm;
Ended, the agreement, between Lord of Hell and The Supreme God;
8 weeks it has been, the last at your feet, in tears seeking your guide;
Prayers I havent done, meditation also long gone;
Parthi to you Ive promised, forgiveness I seek my lord;
A bit more time I seek from thee, to be up on my feet with my mind set free.

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