I asked God

When the sun will recline at the back of my life,
Will I look at the opposite site
If it is already dark and hollow?

Where will I borrow such light,
If places where I supposed to ask alm
Is nowhere in sight?

“Why is this happening to me?”
I asked God at once and then I added,
“Is this really part of your plans?”

What will be God’s answer?
Will He say no? Or will He say yes?
Will there be an angel?

Who will be that someone that is sent from heaven?
Will there be truly an angel?
My future will be and will always be dark.

“How will I live my life?”,
my second question to God.
How will He answer?

Will you be there-my angel?
I will wait for you.

End

End is end
While start is where I will begin.
By your power so keen,
The heavens will open
And the same as with Hell
Where my enemies will fall.

Their grim grimace
Will burn with their scrowling face.
This is the very end.
Peace will never be mend.
Gates of Hell, be open!
Punish my envious fiend!