I know what I am supposed to write,
These gods are signaling me,
I can not understand,
If I write what I see,
I will be accused of being traitor,
I don't to how to make bomb,
I don't to how to do ambroidery,
I can only spread ****** blackness around,
But my hands are too short,
Can not reach to the eyes above the cheeks,

Now I can understand the game of those divinities,
And I still can not understand their signals,
But I know, what I am supposed to write.