Praying in the temples,
built alone for lies.
Burning every candle,
does not help their blinded eyes.
Never do they take the time to search their selves for truth,
caught up in the fairy tales they heard within their youth.
Calling out unto the wind the things that they desire,
and all the whispers lay in dirt they're never lifted higher.
Without the truth they're never taught,
their soul it lives and dies for naught.
In the net of sin that they are caught,
and death shall be the price.
Cause they know not to turn to CHRIST...
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I would like to translate this poem