I am the angel of death,
Look for th’ inveterate sinners,
Make them draw their last breath,
And never grant forgiveness.
And those who are to blame
Must tremble, for I’ll find you.
Time to throw up the game —
Look back, your death’s behind you.
You’ll find no hiding-place,
So don’t you try to ‘scape me.
You think you leave no trace,
But I will always tape you.
If sinful is your life,
Know that you’re in my pocket.
You’ll never get alive
If you’ve become my target.
17.12.97
90. Exterminating Spirit
© Copyright: Феликс Ремов, 2020
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