✞ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖎𝖙,
𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖍𝖘.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊
𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘.

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒.
𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊
𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖒 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋.

𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞
𝕴 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉?
𝕯𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

𝕴𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊,
𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓?

𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘,
𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖓?