Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Mein Kampf. Die Verlovenen Kapitel. Iii - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Time loses the meaning to those damned
Without beginning there is no end

The paints have faded and almost cracked
But the bonds are holding still intact

To free my soul from eternal void
That very painting should be destroyed

The years flew by. How many? I can't remember
I was constantly praying to God for surrender

The devil offered me full liberation
If I will him my soul for eternal damnation

The next man who will look straight in your eyes
Will haplessly fall for a nasty surprise

His body will take your soul as a host
His soul will become just a bodiless ghost

After six hundred sixty six years of hesitation
I finally caved in for Devil's temptation

The man came as if out of nowhere
With sad looking eyes at me he stared…

His name was Adolf Hitler… and I am very sorry -
You already know the rest of the story.

Topic(s) of this poem: mystery

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, February 22, 2016

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