When i looked
like Christ,
the Devil was angry.
When i went to church
and lead a world life
he was very happy.
But the moment when
i began to think like Christ,
the moment when i began
to do everything like Christ,
when i cried before
Christ's presence,
the Devil was very angry
and disturbed me all the more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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