How hard it is to create,
With soul being empty,
And mind reeling;
Inspired neither to love or to hate,
Idly I try to depict human feelings;
Please, our heavinly Father, please,
Don't forsake your son and a faithful believer;
Deliver an angel, deliver a muse,
Don't abandon me in the hands of the deceiver.
My prayer
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