The big problem is that we can appreciate
The gift that was prepared
The universe was so dark
That you couldn't sense the right road
There were a lot of Gods
The people chose every moment god
There was a god for welfare,
God for rain, war and fare
God for fear, justice, dark and richness
One took a God from a pressed date
For his long travel he felt with hunger
The food with him was finished
Finally, he found his lost
His God
He ate
The universe was prepared to great happen
There was a bad king at Yemen
He had a wizard
He became so old
He asked the king to bring a boy to be learned
There was an intelligent boy was chosen
The fate has his word
It may be the worst or good
From our sight
When the boy went to the wizard
He met a monk at his hermitage
He told about his God
All the land worshipped the king
The boy believed at that monk
He asked him what he could say
If he was late at him
The monk said," say to wizard, my family made it
And made me late
And tell your family, the wizard made me late
At once, he found a great wild
Preventing people from getting in or out
He said," now I could see who tells the faith"
He took a big stone and said,"
With the name of the wizard's God"
