DEAR GOD.
WITH ALL YOUR NAME I CALL EVEN SUN WILL BE DOWN.
with the name of Almighty God gives knowledge.
My gratitude to reason that you gave me to look at and write with your finger. This is a letter I wrote in the morning I was still struggling for a moment to see the misguidance in this archipelago earth.
Not finished just said my thanks to you, O my God who created the voices of angels and Satan at the same time. This letter is the last letter before I retire in a world that no compass and compass directions. because it can not be prevented from coming OFF, and the time that you specify can not be prevented.
Although I know that you the owner of what is called IDE. Kullu NAFSIN DZAIQOTUL MAUT (read: Every animate will surely find what is called death). The voices of the saints that you were making from television noses can not make me not always ask the owner of the propaganda noses.
With a heavy heart, O owner of the most beautiful smile. This is the last letter I wrote to the exciting of all the worlds. because all that is in plain sight without space and time are pseudo room like a forest. Too many hypocrites that I see in this virtual world. they have stolen your ideas but you never get angry. that is until this moment that always makes me think that you are Maha Wants.
With a heavy heart, anyway, I'll write my story just right pieces in the media who do not make propaganda which upholds the teachings you. This is heady winds about. And often made ​​me walk into your hell.
It turns out there is nothing better in a small store in the heart than in Umbar in public. I write better in a more universal tale of the palace in no wind.
Wasalam.
Jakarta. Salemba Raya
Agung Tuanany.