I did go around like a lonely vortex,
until by chance I found a quiet corner,
lying there it was an old bygone codex,
and inside a threat, with many a warner.
What did I really do, so bad, so wrong,
to be divinely shown the gates of hell?
If I must, I will learn Lords prayer song,
but is it for what, all the moaning yell?
Slowly I’m coming to my humble senses,
of heaven getting even more afraid,
because enormous must be the expenses
of staying in the centre of all trade.
Adieu, I’m rushing back into my gyre,
to care for my few needs and my desire.