I meet a dawn beside cold corpse:
My enemy's no longer bother.
I've smoked remembering, feeling warps
From what I've done. Who'll push me further?
I hate myself and hate my world,
In which I need to kill somebody
To feel the presence of the Lord
And lose it in a try to hide it.
I do not know is that the Grace?
Or heavens just don't make solution
Allow me to sin and trace
Me with no retribution.
So, seems to me, the Lord exists.
Because if He decided to punish
He wouldn't send me to a priest
He would've ignored me, has been vanished.
So, Lord is tired of me, could bet.
Who cares! Instead I've met His Angel.
I wonder why she still regrets
About me. Is she avenger?
Say, Angel, why you pray for safe?
You're all alone, no faith around!
Me even turned away myself
And only you still heal my wound...