Good and evil, the angels
and devils who whisper
behind me to guide me

or seduce me, beautifully
drawn in the picture book
that allured my children's soul

With not too many stains
on my soul, I could hope
for purgatory

but I'd rather want to be good
It seemed sensible to me
to know what is right and wrong

in my thoughts, words and deeds
on earth, between heaven and hell