In egocentrism I — God.
The world belongs to me, and I spin it,
A generator of happiness, hopes, and anxieties
I free myself and torment myself.

I do not hear the WAR, and the silence rings,
I see at night, and stumble by day —
So my conscience chooses. Commands.
I trust no one around, only myself.

Between essences, yours and mine,
Harmony is lacking.
So we ask God, the Lord of worlds —
Perhaps He will hint, and the separate little gods
He will gather together?