A Scorn Fragant of the flesh

Religious towards my character
Torture by the theme of my ways
A debt to my sin
For all the accessories to hell
A instinct to die
How many tears shall fall for romance
That has existence to marriage
When one part of you is ready
And the most important part I`m not
Where do my time rejoiced
When know one is there
A sequence to imagine
I asked my own Identity
Who is this man
Like a kind in a boy?
When my ministry is outdated
To be unemployed
Where do I start with myself
When suicide is the symptom for
A new dance partner
How far will I determine my soul
Distance from the world
That surround me with A theater of performance
When I cant look at my self
To understand my skin
Who said this world is free
When money is so mischievous for the rapture
Who is stealing lies to be a massacre 
When the past is so equivalent to tell me who I will be