My God Beloved!
By so many today betrayed.
The harlot has become your capital.
They look upon you with contempt
They think they have become gods.
After all, You know that they are now only the devil’s servants.
Lying is their guide,
Truth hatred the goal.
Immersed in impurity
They commit blasphemy after blasphemy.
Once they built towers of babel.
Now they build towers of lust and passion.
A veritable fortress of human promiscuity.
I weep, Lord, though you see no tears!
I shout though no one hears!
Please God show me the place,
Where treachery does not dwell in hearts.
Where souls free from impurity untainted.
Where the last faithful may flee.
In the shade of the trees to immerse themselves in prayer.
In the silence to find you.
In sorrow and sadness that deviation has been accepted by so many.
I beg you, God, for a piece of land so that we can see a piece of Heaven.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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