Contentedly happy, standing on margins of life's horizons,
waiting to see everything involved in final sunsets of life.
Being inspired and given spiritual thoughts as they flow
like lava from an interior waterfall.
Leaving their mark on whatever happens here on earth, for-
ever touching people from within.
Changing sights in life from the inside out, nothing able
to keep the mercy of God from being spread throughout this
world.
Muslims now being converted, women realizing they should
never be raped or mutated by men who are perverted and are
pedophiles.
Now realizing what they're doing to innocent children will
keep them from ever getting seventy-two virgins, knowing
that it always was a myth, perpetrated by an evil pedophile.
Intent on ruining lives of innocent people everywhere, so
glad God and His Holy Spirit are roaming earth, turning the
tides from evil to goodness only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem