The mark on my forehead

my poem no. 8

I have the mark of Cain on my forehead

for a crime I didn’t commit.

When the Last day will come

and the sheep will be separated from goats,

I’ll be left standing alone before God.

Even he won’t be able to pass a judgment on me.

The raindrops on windows will stop moving

such will be the doubts in the eyes of the Lord.

- Look, Almighty, on the mark of perdition

with which You have branded me!

Look straight on my sin I’m blameless of! –

I’ll be left standing in front of the Throne of God’s mercy,

the mercy I can’t get, the mercy I can’t accept.

There I’ll stand from the Last day till eternity.

The mark of Cain will separate me

from sheep as well as goats.