SelfPub: Your soul is ...

Your soul's all right,
You don't need the monastery.
Go scopy potatoes in the garden,
And will meet Hercules soon.
And the hero - simple "ruler",
Rose thought in heaven.
There he learned that the Will of God,
You log into a blooming garden.
Don't be naughty you girl
Trust the wise male.
He wouldn't be a companion,
Come along to the "Palace".