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Honour Me

I planted knowledge in your genes, So you achieve your wildest dreams, I formed the cosmic realm you breathe; Honour Me. Those creatures that you hold beneath, Those others that you do esteem, Those roaming worlds you cannot glean; Were made by Me. When you say Chance did this or that, When Mother Nature slaps you back, When Evil plagues your world with stress; I pull the strings. So, if you think I sleep or rest, And do not hear and will not speak, I dare you, take another peek; At happenings.

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Date: 10/9/2017 11:09:00 AM
Nice piece. we give little or no honour to God Almighty our creator. You poem is deep and speaks it all. We are ungrateful , may God have mercy on us. Keep it up. May God bless you.
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