It’s a sin to shine your light
on someone so unworthy.
Lucky Hell is yours,
Heaven weeps in your radiance.

You never have to worry.

Humility prevailed once,
with no human to commend.
Risking balance over devastation,
a simple soul is your objective.

One of nothing more, nothing more.

Beliefs of benevolent offerings,
are buried with your spirit.
Is modesty a factor,
when gratitude is scarce?

You may have joined this kind.

Lucky I am yours,
I weep in your radiance.