What can I offer to you my lord?
Bread of stale,
Rice in a bowl,
Un pecked, by an animal or untouched
But, the love in my soul.
What can I offer for you to wear?
Clothes that stink,
Garments of leather,
Not made without a living hurt,
But, the body I have.
Where can I offer for you a place to stay?
A straw hut,
A bricked mansion,
That can resist your endless power
But, the widest gap in my heart.
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