I am counting to seven,
To chill and not to scream…
I’ll never be yours, heaven,
You are a joke to me!
I don’t believe in graceful
And all-forgiving god!
To Paganism I’m faithful,
And proud is my Trod!
I’ll never be an angel,
So innocent and white.
I’d better be not merry,
Than hiding all my spite!
I’m proud to be Heathen,
And not for me’s your bell!
I’ll never be yours, heaven!
To me, you are all HELL…
©August Diamant, 9. Oktober 2018