Sometimes a bad wind is blowing
in my head, a devil chasing devils
in other people or

a wronged haughtiness
that favours itself, asking:
Love me, please!

     From whom can I buy prosperity
     (life-lasting and guaranteed)
     which options do I have

     what in the world should I
     and shall I do for it?
     Oh, do love me, please!

I'm muttering prayers and follow
their status every day: Sent!
Considering article two

any action on my own behalf is
not allowed, so I beg and entreat:
Love me, please!