When with suffering your life is plague
Never your true God forsake.
He's The one who Kept you and will
Give your life to his divine will
When dead's cold hand cut loved lives short
Comfort on his shoulder to sort.
When illnesses cut your life short
Never forget to pray for health,
And to him give up all your wealth
Poverty he will take as well.
When fleeting years wash youth away,
Negative thoughts keep abay
Meeting things "I hate" to them you say
Also remember them when you pray.
Give up things after them you went,
All you need he will send.
Failure is part of life my friend
And they will never end.
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About the eight Suffering of human beings:lost of loved ones, aging, sickness, Failure to achieve desires,Meeting with things one hate, Death, and the nature of ignorance.