Door of a Believer
I knock at the door
I knock twice
I hear the door creak open
But no one's inside
All I see is light
So bright that it forces me to close my eyes
My eyes they bleed
Singing songs of my deeds
As they fall
They stain your floor
The very floor you stood upon
At that moment I realized
My whole existence is a stain full of lies
A stain so iniquitous that it devours the virtuous
A stain is all I am...
Back then and even now.