The world we live in – the nasty place without God. He died here, watching cruel beasts full of pride. He dispersed, trying to make this place fairer a bit. Vain endeavor, truth - the thing, which no one meets.
Don’t want to die, but pain now starts to kill... And you don’t need anybody to forgive-a. Darken mass instead of your soul - reward, which you received. Spit out your heart, it useless for living without feeling.