Стихоплетство - The time is running

Мой первый стих на английском языке.

The time is running
Like a water through the sand,
And it's ironic
We are not who we pretend.

We live in passion,
To be busy - that's the goal;
And even Russians
Couldn't save black-whited souls

Give up or fighting?
That's no matter - all in vain,
Our times' dividing -
To be lonely - modern pain,

We love the comfort,
It is deep, so deep inside,
And put all efforts
To keep living in this kind.

Forgive us Father!
We've forgotten your commands,
The Sins we've gathered
Pull in hell without the ends!