I`m dying out of pride,
I`m crying of an illness,
I`am asking the Lord "Why?
Why the end at the beginning?"
All my thoughts now about death
And the life, that I was living.
I am screaming:
"All my doings will somebody use?
And my violent abuse
Will the Lord excuse?
My mad attitude to life
Will the Lord allow?
I`m dyind out of cancer,
I`m dying out of pride.
And my stupid self-assurance
Couldn`t help me anytime.
Door has been already opened
Evil forces are seen there.
I am dying out of horror,
I am dying everywhere.
I m dying out of pride
© Copyright: Ванесса Максвелл, 2013
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