Though He knew I was going to be a Pagan
He desired for my existence,
Even though he realized my sins would deserve a life sentence
He combined the dust and soul and my life began.
There I walk in this sinful world with a powerful lagan
Against these evil storms in His name I kept the persistence
The liquor and the girls in this earth also felt my Presence
Why You blessed my poor parents with me? For You know hell waits for the hooligan.
God gives life to the worthy!
With their minds and bodies of great freedom,
That you do with your body and think with your mind shall keep you healthy
Praise be unto the Lord and explore the divine wisdom.
Humanity lives in vain for all they treasure is to be wealthy.
We have turned blessings in to sins… thus our view from the Lord is seldom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem