"freedom"
stained with an indelible stains of colourless blood of inequity
Lacking the wisdom to discern wherein i have erred
All i truly know is I'm sinfully unclean as a swine
My tongue can't get a grip of itself
Loose and out of control
And my lips,
lined with lies, slander and perjury
Coming to my mouth,
weakness is as sweet as honey,
and beneath my tongue it's concealed
I'm like Frankenstein his creation
In my mind 
,
i harbour bitterness and grudge,
and hate and bitterness as the monsters taunting me.
Oh!Let my hands be cleansed and be washed clean from these bloodless stains!
Let my heart purified,
my soul be free from spiritual death,
For physical death is inevitable!
In death there is no redemption, atonement can only be sought while i still breathe among the living!
If only my flesh be taught "chastity;
chastised,bruised or mutilated for sin/ lust
Perhaps,
I could overcome or avoid besetted sins
Don't let me die painful pilgrim in a strange world but die a martyr.