7:20 p.m.-13 March-99

Sorry for the rudeness, but

How dare you fail her, God

After my wishes and pleads to make her happy

How could you do that to her, God

She kept up a smiling face

But you know as much as I do

How much a failure hurts

If you wanted me to be sad

God, I would say

That was a mean way of doing so

Fail me

But God

But pass her in every field of life

And again I repeat what I told you last time

Don’t tell her that it was I

For she may feel bad