Sprawled, I started to go down,
and it has blown into me as an infection,
I was ready for her, I did not give up,
and when I cried, I did not notice.
My wings swiftly surrender,
When the scissors turned out.
And I wonder, did they punish me,
but no, their tradition was so demanding.
Then we eradicated the devil.
There is no atmosphere more stressful.
The lie, however,
the blood from our hands never vanished.
They were telling me - You will go to heaven with prayers,
in the temple suppository, you will light,
and if the Lord is in a good mood,
forgiveness you will receive for every transgression.
They were blowing me in my endless wars,
I'm eaten inward, but my body is curing.
Bad for bad for power and for money.
I surrendered, I could not, let the family forgive me.
They have condemned me fairly for treason,
I have not contributed enough to the clan,
I was ready to go, and the lesson turned out,
that being free on earth is equal to leprosy.
However, I will go down again ...
Masochistically again I will forget my experience ...
The purpose and the meaning of no one will leave,
to define them as they fit them.
Goodbye and Kisses ...