Fall to knees-I’ll pass to thee a shadow,
Doth it yearn about the raging grief?
Thou shouldst suffer ‘cause my tortures’re harder,
Even cursed slave would longer live.
Fallen Angel-did ye hark to Bible?
Scorn has faded-punishment is seen.
Thorn of list has caught thee-thou havest trouble,
Thy confession’s penetrated sin.
Thou shrieked, thy loud howl was harkened,
I ignored it-‘tis a morbid cry!
Just thy tears cascading across dyer,
Just thy sob in grief-and thou shalt ask me “Why”?
Fall to knees!
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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