It is one
And only truth all acknowledge
It's inevitable,
It discriminates not;
Scrupulous,
It forgives not.
It creeps in on you
It snuffs out of you
Something more precious than gold
And all that's in the world.
With it comes the rude shock
The dawn
The realization
That all you've ever
lied for
cheated for
killed for
and defiled yourself for
Counts no more
Except keeping true to your nature
Keeping it pure
And submissive to your creator.
It is Death,
It is what you are never ready for
It shadows you everywhere you go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem