Flawless Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

breaking point of the man
kept in his emotions
is crossing sometimes pain of the memory
tormented with constant taunt

a bad heart is harassing the anarchy
of the recognised virtue
with the falsehood and the hypocrisy in the

bright colour of blood
is dipping the cleanness in order to wash one's

hands in the stream
of dirty curses of convicts

whom he is tying the loop
of vile words on the neck
and tomorrow he will fall down on knees
donning penitential robes

at least walked away with think
and he confirmed with vile act
he will be hitting with the head
against the cold floor
before the cross of God calling

forgive me I didn't want
it is he I innocent - it is he
at least first I raised the hand
the stone was sharp and heavy
but it is he, I flawless so
forgive me and You throw
let it vanish.

you are who you are... flawless...
throw first with stone
you will be absolved... (?)