fellowship with the Spirit vadim barinov

Foreign eternal eyes
The emphasis looked at me
It was a cold winter
And many were not to sleep

From afar - from distant countries
Rushed proud spirit of light
To solve it in the evening time,
The fate of my sinful world.

«Try it, you only imagine
As I walk in the void
'm walking wings shining
and the world of shadows is subservient to me.
But I was told in this moment
Sparkling hot lights
What should I come to you
And to carry the rest of the soul
Already for a long time you whispered to me:
Come to me - I am looking forward to come».

Everything was terrible - He was silent
I sometimes just wailing
«well, those days
I only wounds inflicted
And for me it is not expensive».
So without going into a long argument
Above me did He verdict.

But I still live and this secret tell
How many thousands of years ago, I could write this story:
So that from the depths of darkness and was strict Mr.
Not a lot of effort I spent
But only around kicked himself
That I am not notable, not rich
And how we can live better off in hell.

Decide for everyone
For what such fate
But if only the third time you read this tale