Questions Of Morality's Horror Poem by Alexander Galbur

Do I deserve the pain, do I pretend the fame?
Have I a chance in life to call my name, one time?
Will live the faith in me to stand my fears in glee?
Can I defend my worthless soul? it means to go,
It means to go…

Now I don’t care what is happening to my brain
Now I want to forget my pain, it is true I understand
Every day the cares torture me
It’s not easy resist the horror of morality.

Does Lord see my eyes filled of sigh?
How I lick my sores as a dog that dies?
Has Lord suffered ever many times?
Had he tried to start again the life? ! .
But he doesn’t care if I live or die,
If there’s something dear, I wish to my heart survive
Does He suspect now that I never lie...