Judgement Day

One day I’ll close my eyes like heavy shutters,
My crying eyes, in tear-drops they are dipped
At last I shall be equal to the lifeless
My soul blood-stained, unmercifully whipped

When judged for days of my departed glory,
I’ll throw away my words to plead my deeds,
They will not yell, “Bravo!” in a furore
And my encores no one will ever need

My bill with a signature of the Master
Will show all the good and ruthless days,
My foes will stick their cries into my muscles,
“Creator, to the cross with him, make haste!”

The darkness of the heaven will grow denser,
And I shall hear the sound of spits again,
But there will be the one to give me shelter
Behind his back from my impending pain

And rising like a phoenix from the ashes,
I’ll walk to Eden with a changing step
And there among the dreamlike vegetation
I won’t be caught in a depressing web

“Who is the guy that saved my soul from hell, Lord?”
I’ll ask the Lord of Lords while nibbling figs
And God will say to me, “My dear old fellow,
That guy is Jesus Christ, the King of Kings”

One day I’ll close my eyes like heavy shutters,
My crying eyes, in tear-drops they are dipped,
And maybe I’ll be equal to the sinless
My soul unstained and absolutely freed

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