Guilty of dispersal - Gorod

I’m walking alone

Along the endless corridor

Hesitant, doubtful, threatened

It’s like jumping off the edge of a precipice

Not knowing what comes next

Undecided?

Yes, I am.

Is it natural?

I should have been purified

I’m getting carried away

My heart is thumping

I can no longer believe in it

My eyes are wide open

Swollen, restless, with the current sight

Devotion

Each human being carries the yoke

Of strenuous labour

Adam is guiding me, he is my cult

Every morning he breathes life into me

What does it all mean?

I forgot what all this means

Do we live so as to work?

Nothing matters now

My mind is peaceful when Adam speaks

Past ghosts and grievances are being dispelled

What’s the point of persevering?

Is there any meaning left in what I’m doing?

What am I if I stop being myself?

By whom was I dispossesses?

I’m walking alone no more

The corridor has come to an end

I’ve been shackled

I’m waiting for my time to come

OM’s legions must give their verdict: Guilty of dispersal