Poems...

The Prophet

I was in darkness, but I ran,
I ran as long as I had strength,
Though I fell, I rose again
And I conquered my darkness.

I improved myself
And I improved my world.
I was a prophet and a creator,
An idol to my followers.
I was poor and rich,
But to all who were near me,
I preached goodness
And led them after me.
It was difficult for me, and more than once
I stood on the edge,
But I knew: I must live now,
To convey my faith
To those whose bright minds
Will understand its full depth,
Whose hands are full of strength
To continue my sacred work.

Some said: "He is a tyrant!"
Others - "A complete madman..."
But I stubbornly went forward,
Creating not an army, but a people.
Behind us is light,
Before us is darkness,
It is so difficult not to go crazy!

But then came that very day,
When I left this life.
And I ascended to the light
And I found the Kingdom of Heaven.
The Archangel spoke to me.
He fully appreciated my work
And offered me a place in the Kingdom,
But I decided to refuse
My land lies in darkness
I am needed there, and only then,
When I fulfill my duty,
Will I leave it forever...

Machete, 2007.