CONFESSION

 shine in tender [bad word] 
 Are the light threads-souls
 Of those beseeching for you
 Oh LORD

 Your melody is unseen [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 You forgot such - hordes of them
 You lost the reins

 YOU CREATED 
 YOU LOST

 CREATED AND LOST

 [bad word] 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 FEAST

 FEAST
 FEAST
 FEAST