O Godfather, sometimes I do not understand why things gotta be this way, I know but you had a Godson, and Godspirit guided me to him. I know he speaks through me sometimes but I am too small for his shoes. Then let his Resurrection be sign outspoken, bring him up from the place most unexpected of Godly miracles, liars say Americas are the most faithless places on the earth, then let the continent pour forth the most wonderful miracle.

O Godmother, mercy I’ve known in your name, the universe in whose womb I’m still a child. I chose faith of Jesus because I cannot unsee the truth. For God has promised me the truth of my soul for speaking the truth of my life, give Christan nation, the light, the shine, the heaven and wine they await for. Be the breaking be most strikingly pleasant to the Christans mother, they’ve waited for so long, and they deserve the truth that they own.

O Godspirit, guide the souls home, the mixture of faith has been stirred and they form the foam, that extinguishes the fire of hate and sparks the light of hope, we always add holy to your name, let someday then, upon your holy crop. Godspirit, for only Godfather knowns time of the hour, truth of the time only you know, secrets you have no one knows. Then let from the starbust, make thy holy dust, for ye have sworn to carry out His commandments, and there’s no one with faith I’d rather trust.

O motherland, I do not know your name, yours will be the miracle, the seed will travel to you and give you fame, the land of lies will forever be forgotten, and your and your name shall forever be remembered, so be something like yerushalem, for great things count upon the fertility of your soil, it is for the birth of your crops o motherland, that all the pariahs toil, and Godfather knows best, for the plans of liars, He will certainly foil, and age will not matter, as the time will push forward so what if there will be a little recoil, cause only truth can save us from all this turmoil.

O Church, your bricks are sacred dear Holy house of God, may your music be loved forever with the sound of applaud, pack me an aura and make the most beautiful soul, I have so many prayers at my hand but where women are thought naked, those places must bear the call, cause Holy Godfather we extol, His promises are never undone, and likes of me always know how to pray, we always know our role, let my prayers be the kick let the sun set be the goal, let the truth of time take back to the place where the sun anchors itself, let the starlights do the haul, then do us a favor church, in the name of saint Paul, the best of the friends, the most beautiful prisoner of them all.