The world has a mold
ofits own.
The satan wants you
to fit into this mold.
Your consience is
affected by the world.
Look at me
see my face
i am waiting for you
that you decide
to come to me.
Your decision to
seek my face
is my joy my
beloved child
of my heart.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem