Write, write, if you are writer, till you the hand can lift, if the Creator gave you this magic happy gift.
In troubled times – unwanted. But don’t you take it hard, if the Almighty opened for you the happy card.
In breathing gloomy sewage push off from idle praise, till didn’t call to account the Merciful for pays.
In rays of treacherous glory, and in the flow of deeds pray, that the cunning demon didn’t overcome you. Heed!
In watching tricks of devil you don’t forget the Lord, if our Savior did it – put in your mouth the words.