Your sins increase like yellow plums
And my mistakes are coming strong
We drown like enormous plambs
In kissel weaved of our wrong.
When simple truth reproaching fast
And wisdom bursting out laughing
And lie that always spread like blast
And innocent that can not staffing.
And reach men mocking at the poor
And people searching for the slaves
And wounded don't want to be cured
And laughing at the nameless graves.
And then it'll be reborn, a little purer
When last review shall make the last reviewer...