I´m Doomed Poem by Dan Uriel

Forced silence was the greatest
I kicked my heart - yell already
Even today my free soul leaves
forgetful and perhaps more beautiful songs
they offered money for a lot of revenge
The priest said, 'Son, go to the master'
and I knew who would return empty-handed
brings an invisible sad revolver
flashing heart, winning judge
I am the one who needs to be in the mood
to do right, to say the blessing
behold, to these stern memories
But what do I have to do with the memory?
I'd rather put my rag pencil down
Beating the tool edge
time is ripe in our lands
noiselessly and fearfully