Conscience

The day is approaching sunset worries go away but my conscience, speaker, doesn't let me sleep all night.

Criminal acts scroll reads. There is no mercy. And I thought: sins are forgotten, crushed by a block of years.

Dank autumn wind witness my struggle hands of wet willows knocking on the hut window.

And conscience without any discounts sarcastic and sarcastic at me. There is a lot of torture in the world, but this one hurts more than fire.

Shreds and burns and strangles not a mortal body, no... She tortures the soul she needs an answer for everything.

And I, exhausted, gave up defeated by the day of judgment. I didn’t beat myself in the chest, I didn’t swear, didn’t blame other people’s names...

And the sun streams through the windows! And the heart rushed upward. And I realized how difficult it is holy life is given!