Got one more blow to the chest you fall on the [bad word] eyes from corner to corner. 
 You still can't understand how you was caught, knowing you are guilty at all, but doesn't want accept it. 
 You always hoped [bad word] away from responsibility, but no! Hope always dies with us! 
 And here is that justice, which you was scared by your mammy in childhood. Here it is, has already touched you with its fingers, inflicting pain and suffering your just woken up conscience and your miserable, weak body. 
 And you almost see how its thin, senile hand constricts your skinny, but still swallowing neck. 
 And here is the last breath, which is sweeter than all world's pleasures. You make it and forget about pain, about all. You understand, you didn't live in vain.