One million ways lay in front of you And each way calls you to itself One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body Where? How do you go, it's up to you Here's an open way, and the palace there Everything you want - Paradise of God As a butterfly you're flying to the light But having flown up there, you will burn your wings! You will fall down, straight into the dirt Look around... Around: black, stench and scum In the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water Reflection of you as a candle in the dark Laughing above you dim light burns Welcome to my kingdom! The hoarse voice shouts. And in your brains as in rich kissel There will be insight - your pain in a head The demon spokes with you, you involved yet Will not see no light nor pleasure Remains only... A sin