i was once far away .
from the right path to the Almighty .
yes, i was sank in the drop dead of pleasure .
luxuries drifted me away in a bad manner .
it was the most worst thing to be that damnable .
but now .
i'm standing here, regretting that day .
tears of sorrow had never end .
with my hand against my face .
regretting that day .
on my way back to the beginning .
with hope that i'm always be blessed .
repent is not the last thing to do .
it is done just in the end of the world .
Come Find me on Substack!
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I'll be rolling out my third memoir, currently untilted over at Substack.
In it, I cover the period of time when I returned to Denmark during the
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