My Cross of Sacrifice

I will never be known as a great mind, and they may never recognize me or honor me for the thoughts and perceptions I delivery with austerity and firmness to everyone who has lived little, and thinks that experience teaches nothing and it is so worthless and shallow: to make them gods and boost their ego! Am I like them,enshrouding myself... fearing to be overcome by the light of truth: witnessing the horror of tragedies... unempathizing,encroaching upon their despair: as to deny their unimaginable pain? I've heard folks blaming and cursing God for all the catastrophies and evils... is there anybody who can be compared to Him, having compassion for a lost world? My cross of sacrifice clearly despicts something of the unexplainable devine; some men were chosen to bear truth, never being deceived by the converts, who roam like wild beasts to distorts minds, and change all the thoughts of devoted hearts... ready to impugn imprudently and incarnate a false appearance: to resemble the lumineries of the Heavens; will they ever be so blinded by their pretenses? My cross of sacrifice is not impious or demands deprivation of any kind; a joyous and clean life brings many blessings... those blessings bestowed upon me to enthrall me and entrust that task to widsdom! And growing in grace and purity I will see Him and exalt His holiness more than the faithful angels could ever imagine, because He will open the entrance to knowledge and unlock all the mysteries entombed in time!