O lord, deep sorrows weigh on the heart,
You Created me,
To you, I will be.
Without You, To Whom I share my sorrows,
I am a white flower in the garden of Autumn: scentless, colorless, and etiolated.
I too wish to bloom in the garden of verdure.
O lord; embrace and hold me tight 
I am broken an aimless wanderer
Bruised, battered, and blighted left alone in the garden of Autumn.
My sepals and blanched petals whimper there,
O lord; if you won't rescue me,
The White flower may wither in the Autumn vale.
I am a colossal sinner and sins have dimmed away my beauty and charm, 
But I do not want to die a sinner.
if I die I would then meet your mercy 
How can I then meet you? I can't endure it and Would feel ashamed.
Let me perform the elegant deeds, of love selfers mercy,
and then I can die.

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