Is this your penance to my mind,
a must of discipline of thought?
I’m sentenced – what for, can’t recall
In pleasant times it’s been a lot
In times of need – no friend, indeed.
Whatever I thus do in here
will be, like this time, penalized?
Idea of the Buddhist world
or my belief in Jesus Christ –
don’t matter, I forgot my life.
I wake up in my afterdeath
and find no trace inside again
Is there, on Earth, a bloody price
to pay and win this nasty game?
Some guys survive, some guys suffice
Some guys in dirt see dreams of bread –
were punished for malicious deeds
Don’t drop a dime them, do despise,
turn back to them and let them kneel.
Is that how I’m supposed to act?
Devoted servitor of yours
has seen reflection as your face
Deceiving thought, none to deny
Step forth to you, in death’s embrace
no doubt, inevitable fate.
We’ll have a cup of what you drink
and see the sight that you adore
We’ll have a comfy lovely seat
You’ll point me out another door
Or what. This world must be some dead
End.
