Bless me father, for I have sinned.
I have never been to confession.
Today is the last day of my life.
and I fear my soul is no longer
in God's possession.
'What have you done my child? '
asks he,
And I respond with a heavy sigh.
Too many things father,
Too much of my soul has died.
I have envied the life of another.
I have cause intentional pain to a life.
I have helped another to sin.
I have caused unbearable pain and strife.
I have loved one who I cannot.
I have found too much pleasure in pain.
I have made too many deals with the devil.
To which there is nothing for me to gain.
Bless me father for I have sinned.
I do not want to suffer in hell.
Thirty 'Holy Mary's'
says he,
but your soul is still doomed,
my child.
You're caught in Satan's spell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem