Woe to me!
out of sin I was born
defying His words, gone by impious instruction
standing on sinful way, I sat on joker’s chair
drowning on water storm, I drank death beaker
My Starved Soul!
The nemesis attempts to control my entire life, tormenting and torturing me day and night. The life I led in misery, was full of anxiety and distress, yet, have not given up hope. But when I seek the peace of my existence, it was afar as the sky.
The Good Dove
Most honored from any other, white and heavenly illustrating purity and chastity, she flies in grace. Preliminary from her birth, the creator embraced her with heavenly grace and acquiescent, lived surrounded by the heavenly soldiers, risen high above, flying, departed from her family.