I’m sorry, God, for every damaged tree,
I feel that pain occurring in the oceans.
Seems people lost their purpose, golden key,
And showed the saints their devilish emotions. 

Remember, God, before transplanting soul,
Think twice to choose the real man to carry,
That would not let himself to overthrow
Your holiness with fortune momentary. 

That would not turn your son to root of evil,
That would not lie when silent prayer comes,
That would not feel as first among all equals,
And man who wouldn’t frighten with the guns. 

I’m sorry for this terrible mistake,
For leaving you in times of cold disaster. 
Be just and for eternal life awake
To climb the way and be again the Master.