I have sinned, my Lord
I robbed a poor man. Cut off my hands.
I saw adultery in action. I did nothing. Make me blind.
I heard blasphemy. Cut off my ears.
I smelled a man being burnt alive. I did nothing. Chop off my nose.
I committed adultry with the next door widow. Neuter me soon or cut off my dick.
Or
Please forgive me, my Lord
I promise I will be a good Christian. I will come to the church every Sunday
and sing songs of glory of your son.
If, somehow, by chance, the devil possesses me again
and leads me to the bedroom of my next door widow
and I lose myself in tempatations, I hope, O Lord
you will again forgive me.
Because
She is so beautiful.
And I want her to be happy, to be blessed with my love.
Why O Lord, you would deprive her of love?
Was it her fault you made an early call
for her husband to come to you in heaven?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem