By Pavel Chichikov
The Devil empties from his sack
All the world – a heavy load,
All that pierces, rust and sword
All that crushes – bullets, words
Says: a wound for you to bleed
Says: a load for you to carry
I never bear what I can shift
Take my burden, Son of Mary
Do the smallest carry most?
Do the weakest lift the strong?
Ever justice to the cruelest
All the simple in the wrong
Said the Father to the virgin
Here's a baby and a crown
Wood and iron and flagellum
All that's bitter for my Son
Now the breaking of the rhythm
O what heavy trust –
Saying God must stumble first
Each follower is flogged and cursed
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