I with a black towel of the center
logon
into the light temple,
start
to worship heatedly there in the face with tears.
With warbling voice
spoken, the words, jetting my heart,: i much have been sinful
godhead, but I have not come to pray for absolution of my sins.
To knees i beg
clerics
He is in a heart alone The love for my soul
as well
wears
godheads away
take
her with you.
Of you godhead for a
morning
of him prays alternatively and promise
instead of
your name godhead
it
An evening spoken.