To, hold shameful, desperate thoughts.
Certainly not that of a well mind for sure.
It is you, thinking of closing that final door,
a selfish thought indeed.
Is it really you, who thinks of this,
or is it Satan’s malicious twist.
Not wanting you, to think clean and pure,
he comes sneaking through your door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem