All what I strived to reach before
With fighting fever and by severe greed
Is nothing anymore...
Yet ever one thing's left to give my soul a feed .
O, how I was so mad and blinded by this lie-
I killed myself to let my vice create big money,
And went to passions then in search of delight's high
Yet all were rather baits than wanted honey,
Still there have been a good part in my life:
When I have jumped the dooming sea of wrong
A girl so strong and true to me have went along
With me to liven my soul at the end, O wife!
What led You to the mouth of death with me,
What led You deep inside the dooming sea,
What led You right beneath the devil's sword...
O, tell me who was Your thoroughgoing Lord?
Who is Your Lord?
© Copyright: Михаил Фризен, 2022
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