Not a Wise Veteran

Why do you want to cling to your enemy? Why do you want to tag your vanity with purposeless animosity? Why do you want to claim the refined souls from dead passersby? Why do you want to pass by your loneliest crimes? The river Life is not in favour of your mind, You want to survive until someone calls you a dime. You want to hide your loneliest sins, Nobody in this boat can accompany you on this voyage and make you win. Is your wretched soul truly innocent? Does it cost more than a cent? Does it hide behind the curtains? Is it a puppet without any indispensable circles? Nobody can survive without any crime, No soul can live long in the deadliest times, No water can be boiled without any heat, No sin can be unseen or omitted in the fiery pit. You should not have claimed the chance to achieve grotesque fame, Time is always a conflict in the game. You must not have dared to conceal the Master's favours by selling your soul to Satan, By throwing the dice into the river, you cannot be a wise veteran.