A glass full of impurity.
A heart full of impurity.
A being full of impurity.
A bond full of impurity.
An embrace of means,
An unfaithful tear.
A praise of means,
A self-doubting fear.
“My nation is impure.
The people are impure.”
(The mother is impure?
The Nature is impure?)
My life is a lie,
And I a master.
My facades are sly,
And I a fool.
A brick wall I face,
demands solid gold.
Here I pace,
seeped in filth.
A glass full of impurity.
A heart full of impurity.
A being full of impurity.
A bond full of impurity.
