Now When I Get Angry, - Poem by Liza Sud
Now when I get angry,
want to kill or to blow up -
I think, why to steal the Judgement
from the God's hands, and I get calm.
He will prepare a furnace,
will shoot and will blow up,
and He will do that incessantly.
Cause He is strict, our God!
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