The son of Adam

I am the son of Adam
the giver , the donor
I love , I heal
Dancing in the rhythm
of the singing of birds
Smiling when the flowers
are blooming in Spring
Running with the deer
in the midwinter woods
I am the gentle rain ,
the warming Sun
In brotherhood I rejoice
Every sin
is a wound on my heart


I am the son of Adam
the taker , the thief
I hate , I kill
Bathing in the blood
of my enemies and foes
Sarcastically grinning 
when monuments fall
Hunting with the jackals
in graveyards and tombs
I am the thundering storm
the cyclone , the typhoon
Strife is my hedonism
Every sin
is a jewel on my crown