O wondrous scapes of Hell!
You owe me flame and cinder,
For I went astray and fell
This lonesome icy winter.
I beg you - wrap me in,
Sear through my flesh and bones
The deviltries of human sin
Along with mocks and scorns.
Engulfed, I'll be aware
Of purity not given -
For late, remorseful fare
I'll never be forgiven.
I'll stand then up and yell,
"Let me pass out and wither!"
O wondrous scapes of Hell,
You owe me flame and cinder!..
O wondrous scapes of Hell!
© Copyright: Александр Михолап, 2011
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