You have done well cruel one, you have done well
Just like this ignite an intense fire in my heart
If my incense hadnt been burnt there would have been no fragrance
If my lamp hadnt been lit there would have been no light
When my soul is unconscious, your touch is both a hurt and my reward
In the darkness of illusion and shame I am unable to see you
Ignite with your lightning all that is dark in me.
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