| a wolfman`s prayer |
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When death did not exist, nor yet eternity, | 1 |
Before the seed of life had first set living free, | 2 |
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun, | 3 |
And one included all things, and all was less than one, | 4 |
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth | 5 |
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth, | 6 |
And You quite lonely stood... I ask myself with awe, | 7 |
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before. | 8 |
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Ere yet the Gods existed already He was God | 9 |
And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed; | 10 |
He gave the Gods their reson, and joy to earth did bring, | 11 |
He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation's spring | 12 |
Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise enfreeing, | 13 |
He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being. | 14 |
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To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn, | 15 |
To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born; | 16 |
Whene'er I hear the tempest, I hear him pass along | 17 |
Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song; | 18 |
And yet of his great mercy I beg still one behest: | 19 |
That I at last be taken to his eternal rest. | 20 |
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Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim, | 21 |
But blessings upon him who does my soul defame; | 22 |
Believe no matter whom who slanders my renown, | 23 |
Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down; | 24 |
Let him upon the earth above all others loom | 25 |
Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb. | 26 |
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Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly | 27 |
Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry; | 28 |
Let everyone detest me no matter where I go, | 29 |
Until from persecution myself I do not know; | 30 |
Let misery and horror my heart transform to stone, | 31 |
That I may hate my mother, in whose love I have grown; | 32 |
Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie, | 33 |
And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die. | 34 |
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Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men; | 35 |
My body less than worthy to block the gutter then, | 36 |
And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear | 37 |
The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear, | 38 |
While for the one who in my face does callous fling a clod | 39 |
In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God. | 40 |
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Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give | 41 |
That you from your great bounty vouched me the joy to live; | 42 |
To gain eternal blessings my head I do not bow, | 43 |
But rather ask that you in hating compassion show. | 44 |
Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface, | 45 |
And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace. | 46 |
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