You were born a saint my friend and you’ll die a cripple.

The flavor of life hits you when you’re a young seed,

Yes!! of course, you’ll germinate but only a well nurtured 

 plant will be fruitful. 

Your days will seem long but remember it is short. 

Our lives are like seasons, only the well-prepared will

survive. Manners maketh man and dreams can destroy

reality, but a good dreamer makes their verity. 

Stop being the stubborn and only the faithful, close your

eyes and praise the one. For he made you a saint and you

have a choice to die a torpefy.