Colloquy between a Devout Man and his Wicked Echo
A good man muttered to himself as he walked on a hill;
And Echo followed after him, as Echo always will.
Willard Espy
And Echo followed after him, as Echo always will.
Good man:
I bend my neck to be Thy sacrifice;
My final throe will win me Paradise.
Echo:
One final throw will win, me pair o’ dice!
Good man:
I seek out God behind his shining gate,
Where cherubim and angels scintillate.
Echo:
Where cherubim and angels sin till late.
Good man:
Flesh, fall away! I climb the spirit’s heights!
How futile now, these orgiastic nights!
Echo:
How few till now, these orgiastic nights!
Good man:
Beyond the grave, eternal life begins.
But what is life? Forgive me, Lord, my sins!
Echo:
But what is life for? Give me, Lord, my sins!
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| Dimitris Makrygiannakis |
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