Agony of Vainglory

You pay the look to him
The end of flours will be put with a pray.
The hope fed by the suffering, by the blood and by the tears
Should not turn to ashes.
The exhausted body waits for the rest.
The inflamed eyes are about to close forever.
But all over again ask for mercy, ask for quick death.
Requests burn down in the fire of stillness,
Prays shatter about the rock of indifference.
The pain continues to run into the inflamed consciousness.
Pending the answer, pending the understanding,
Pending the sympathy.
All this convinces to pull up the breath.
To listen to the emptiness.
You lose your patience repeating the pray
Words go nowhere,
The scars of uncertainty start to bleed,
The wounds of uncertainty become inflamed,
Release the pus.
Full of wrath
Again and again.
Where is the one you are calling for?
Why does he make you to suffer?
Turning himself into an experimental creature.
You expected to find a rescue
Having transformed life in real hell
You expected the beyond the grave compensation
Obeying mad ideas, the self-sacrifice has
Mutilated your body
The will to grasp the throne and to dominate
Lead to the public execution.