(An sonnet of free verse)
Oh my Lord, thy seldom is truly respectful
While mine unloyalty is similarly pityfull
My heart thoroughly apologizes the grief of mine insincerity
Vanished and Vigorous were mine neurons at those vival situations
I am a bad warrior
Rather a coward
The soil art unfertiliezed and left barren
Due to mine mistake, due to mine stupidity
I hath been given many chances
Never I did persuaded success
I am no longer a contender to stand in front of thou
Merely not rather surely not
I shall be privileged to be punished
To be a prisoner
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