Poetry life

Life....
There are times its perit ....
Latch so tight,
Continue to base the heart. Fall,
Worshiping the earth, Swallowing the perit of life,
Alone and alone.
When God never collapsed. Never for a moment, Watching his sick servant, begging for strength and settlement.
Come also the Angel,
Claiming to God, All the goodness and behavior of his master, To be forgiven and given strength.
All existing kudrat,
In making the power, let bitter swallow, Let perit hold the sky.
All existing kudrat, made in strength,
Being more grateful,