Before I could kill someone
I would have to kill myself
I wouldn't be able to sustain:
To handle hell's curses
Instead I would turn to God:
The Holy Almighty
My soul to be taken
Through the gates of heaven
Where glorious white light
And angels with vast wings greet me
Where great gifts are given
And soul deep happiness is made
My soul cleansed and redeemed
Having found true redemption
Fate, destiny and glory from above
To protect my soul with love
And on the third day after my death
I am resurrected
And the devil will ask:
'Why didn't you kill for me? '
And I will say to him:
Because I am a traitor too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem