Dormition Fast Poem by Liza Sud

I'm not a poet after Balmont,
I'm not religious after Laitman,
I'm no, no, no after yes. -
a new jump on the staircase.

Afte the Fast - there's no more passion.
Oh Virgin Mary, make me saint,
no more obsession after crushing
Oh Virgin, please clean my mistake.

I said: ' I despise men of marriage' -
ANd my priest Michael goggled eyes.
The pair is just a useless carriage.
And I got blow for my pride.

Dormition Fast was for a Virgin.
But it turned totally a flunk,
Now He took out all bad emotions,
Oh beloved God, you broke my pride!

You broke my pride in lonely forest,
You broke it in fantastic park -
in lacy shrine of sharon roses -
and I see noone around.