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CONFESSION

A shine in tender drumming
Are the light threads-souls
Of those beseeching for you
Oh LORD

Your melody is unseen and rueful
With no joy or ire
Only reflections of the tragic final
That is the genesis of the onset and the end

And there was the morning of lazy awakenings
And there was a prayer of joy
And a new day of the Earth started
Oh LORD

You were vain and let the others be
The freedom for a technocratic mind
Your grin gave praises
For all of those willing to lay in ashes

TO ASHES

You created a savage and mortal world
Full of weapons of Death
Having forgotten crosses and lashes of bitterness at Golgotha
You realized that freedom is impotent

YOU CREATED
YOU BEGAT

CREATED
BEGAT

The day was usual and beautiful as it should be
With all longing for happiness

You created pathetic lambs
Admiring your image from librations of the Moon
And never thought of parish people
That would dare delve into secret manuscripts

And even find those chemistry and way
By which you masked the truth
You forgot such - hordes of them
You lost the reins

YOU CREATED
YOU LOST

CREATED AND LOST

Ruling by deceit and selling dirt
The sphere they are tyrannically confined to
They are searching for new ways
Revealing secrets of the closed Tombs

The treasures of nature are scattered
The seven cups are spilt
And you won’t drink even a drop
Of that created on the Earth

YOU CREATED
YOU WILL FRESS IT ALL
AND THERE
WILL BE A FEAST

FEAST
FEAST
FEAST