I was dead, in the seas of error and sin, drowned.
I was a slave in the shackles of sin, owned, fettered.
The Shaytan passed his rope down to me from his many ways.
Sins, I would go to them sunset and sunrise,
The sins attacked my skin then bones… then veins.
I was enrolled in the glitter of the star of this world.
Truly, I am in need of rain, purifying, able to clean.