Wake up

Wake up, you, human being, as a Creator, sent by God
And know and cognize yourself,
That all is in your hands, around you,
The Earth is burning, so is your body,
But you don’t see all this.
The Universe is suffering from illness,
As well as you are ill, all shivering with plague.
There is no Christ, Allah or Buddha
To rescue you again,
You are the mankind! You must save yourself.
Why are you waiting help of anybody?
And one of them there used to be, who asked for help,
Was given it, but died in poverty, alone,
For had always known he would be rewarded,
Had  never woken up to help himself,
He had become as lazy as you are – a Man!
That’s why today I’m telling you:
-The cursed one is who waits for help.
Get up and help yourself,
Your daughters, sons and mothers.
If you’ve destroyed, - create! If you have murdered, - bring to life!
Who are you to be washed and cleaned by anybody? Nobody.
You are everything! Where is your God?
Where is your holy thing? Where is the light of heart?
You’re looking for the help because of laziness and habit.
They both possess you,
You are weak as well as your belief and soul,
They all are weak in you.

Stori!