erstwhile the wicked mock God,
Listen to the interior voice of conscience,
Let the eternal fact shine like a lantern,
Giving hope in the darkness of doubt,
At night listening to each other,
When the planet is inactive in chaos,
You sometimes scope for the Bible,
In Christ's teachings, by patiently reading,
Because it's on the Bible,
There is timeless Wisdom,
Not captivating pseudo-scientific theories,
Based on modern trends,
But to the first apostles,
The bitter words were never spared,
They gave us an unbroken testimony,
How to patiently overcome evil...
When the Pathocelebrists mock Christ,
You never turn your head,
Always loudly object to your expression,
Without disdainful words...
The silentest word of opposition,
For he hides in himself powerful power,
Not accepting evil,
To manifest allegiance to Christian values...
For God Himself incarnate,
Though ruthlessly nailed to the cross,
He prayed fervently for forgiveness,
Those who truly hated him...
Though the wicked mocked him,
He on the cross, having mercy,
From the depths of His Mercy He forgave all,
Those who don't deserve it...
Today erstwhile the countless ignorant,
They mock the centuries-old Church of tradition,
to the devoted priests, without sparing the harsh words,
Magistrate priests of shameful charges,
You old yellow prayer book,
In your thoughts, take your hand sometimes,
To encourage you in hard times,
He comforted the old forgotten prayers...
Or possibly an old sick monk,
In a convent cell alone suffering,
Tied by any unusual hunch,
He will lay down his hands to pray for you.
And although he never knew you,
He will ask of the Almighty God,
For your many problems to be resolved,
He wiped all teardrop from your eye...
Today erstwhile on large movie screens,
The Reich of superheroes and villains hooded,
They're pulling distant generations of young people,
From the eternal God in prayer of contemplation,
To the actual hood of the monks,
Count them never,
To worship God in a monastic cell,
They didn't offer their next days,
In the same multi-thousandth city,
Where the crowds hit the movie premiere,
At the same time as a minute,
An old monk alone will draw a brawler.
And the old monk will pray,
To remember for contemporary youth,
So she wouldn't sale her fathers' values,
A lost man for modern momentum...
