Isaya

“I’m the axis, send me!” Isa.6:8 I am watching the Lord. Siding on the throne, On the golden throne, The ends of his clothes were thrown away And they screamed gloomily at God's house. The face fell - it’s time to marvel. It is light to create in the darkness of ash. And the seraphim, who mocked Him, They sang joyful praise to you. — Holy Lord, Holy Sabaoth, — moonlo, — Filling the earth with his glory. The voice made the thresholds swell And the whole temple was moved - all the way down to the walls. I screamed: - Woe, woe. I'm making mischief, come in my dawn: I am unclean, I live among sinners - I bachu the Almighty King. Tremtiv in fear and waiting reverently: The axle is still short, it’s still too short - The fire falls in front of God uncontrollably And my flesh, and everything in me will burn. I am waiting for the Lord! Let me die now I’m breaking free from my flesh’s shackles. That seraphim took the roast from Sunday And before my sinful faces stuck. - You have already become lawless. The redemption of your sin is pure for heaven. You will no longer be threatened by abyss. And I felt - and I lost weight. And the Lord asked: - Whom should I send? From this world, twist everything on earth Great is the evil that Panuvati wants. And I said: “Axis, send me!”