My Despair for the Gentile Whose Time Is Fulfilled

I see the darkness of death
the souls like a new bud will enter into.

I am leaving these young souls, my beloved,
into the hand of my adversary.

I am leaving in my distress of past
with anything but love in it.

I am leaving so that I could love them no more, and
that I would let them love me no more.
 

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