God, You are the Creator of countless worlds,
And watching over all is no easy task.
Among them, there is a small abode,
Somewhere out there... far from You.
You probably don't know this –
Earth is now a veritable Sodom.
People believe that You forgive everyone,
And will not punish them later for their sins.
They have become stuck in it, like in a swamp,
They don't see the mire beneath them –
Drowned in lies, deceit, and depravity,
But I am completely different.
The height of ambition is revelry, merriment,
Work, therefore, is at the very bottom.
What good is there in mere pleasures?
But I – I only bring benefit.
And furthermore, they even curse You,
Those who are always waiting for manna from heaven.
I personally believe they should be given
The very best place in Hell.
Human sinfulness is understandable to me –
I can be an objective judge,
And not here, on this bleak Earth.
Perhaps somewhere near You?
After all, the worthy are few and far between,
Not just anyone enters the bright world.
Suddenly, I am the only one found here,
Who You might need there, my God.
It is hard for me in this world, Creator,
And the little people have truly gotten on my nerves.
I'm putting an end to it. A well-wisher
From a Earth You have forgotten.
Бог – Ты множеств миров Сотворитель
