TYPE OF FINAL DECREE
I imagined my death. Like when they gave thirty silver coins to the handsome, smiling Executioner, who wrapped the noose and rope around my neck and hung it on the gallows, and then kindly even nodded, but he only made a unanimous decision. Like the man who betrayed Him after dinner - who knows why. Like that tamed good friend who betrayed me countless times back then and I could never know the real, known reason, you. why did he do it?! Even now, the one-Beloved is radiantly beautiful, her blessed motherhood beautified her more and more; it shines with an unearthly holy dignity. She sheds a few orphaned tears.
"Was I better than these?!" I ask, questioning myself until I decipher the true meaning of my wretched mortality. It is curious, but the time of foreign onlookers leaves the ceremony early. ; my child - of course - will be the last to wait for his turn, and he will tell me in his own words about the problematic parenting: "What and how did he screw up?" On the threshold of adolescence, I thoughtlessly left him alone, because Death called.
Hopefully, a good few of my friends who believed to be eternal will still pay their respects and pay their respects, saying: "You remained a man among the wretched!" Loyal friend and co-creator!" - and when the funeral hussars fit the rest of my ashes into a cube-shaped pit, a mournful, bouncing bell tolls from a distance... How many more things I could not confess unfairly. Even a Life is not enough for that. My literary texts come first. they can die in the depths of unfriendly garbage cans, while their legacy should be preserved for the unjust posterity! also swears a selfish prison-revenge over my head, if there is no one left who can help me!
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Written on May 09, 2024
Submitted by oasev on May 08, 2024
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