ETHER
Where"s your humility, obsequious voice and sight?
It"s buried under burning splinters of temptation.
Where are your shining angel wings, chasing the night? 
It"s laying broken now. Who promised you salvation?
Who has convinced you that cheap Heaven could be worth
Of all the mockeries and shame, weaving around?
The unexisting sins will nail you to the cross,
And promised Heaven will be new disgraceful ground.
Don"t pray resignedly into emptiness again:
There"s no one left, who could reply on singing glory,
You"re calling angels, freezing each your thought, in vain -
They"re rushing far in ether and do not feel sorry.