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Here I stand, entirely symmetrical
with the longitudinal lines
that thrusts perfectly through 
the balance of our planet  
with not a moment of fluctuation. 

Stiffly positioned in a direct stance,
ensuring not a single curve
in the chain I hold around time. 
Not a wrinkle, nor a dent, nor a mistake
that presents itself to me as an archway.
Not a false illustration. 

Just my feet fallen flat against the grass,
my toes onward with the steps I take,
calculating as I travel parallel to the
latitudinal path presenting itself before me
with no assistance; pure isolation. 

God, I have no aid to bring me acres worth of land.
If you do, I’ll establish them as countries for your creation. 
God, bring me miles worth of road
and I will assemble them into streets for children to play in.
Bring me wool and cotton 
and soon our people will have these beds to lay in. 
Bring me boats lost at sea, I will give them navigation. 

God, bring me mountains
and I will pound them to the ground. 
Bring me rivers with the harshest of currents
and I will build you dams with the toughest of concrete. 
Bring me gray water and I’ll bring you filtration. 
Bring me obsolete seeds and I’ll bring you germination. 
Bring me cold winters and I’ll bring you hibernation. 

I will ensure a methodical rhythm 
within the cycles of life and death; stabilized. 
I will guarantee consistent harmony
within the peace of flora and fauna; neutralized. 
I will place your weather under my reliable regulation.

I will tie a lasso around heaven
and I will herd angels like dogs round up sheep 
and guide them to the fresh dirt of Earth. 
I’ll be the biology, I’ll be the chemistry, 
I’ll be the languages, the history, and the government. 
When there is crime I’ll bring needed legislation. 
Where there is absurdity I’ll bring acute education. 

I will do truly what no man can;
stabilize yesterday and tomorrow,
combine them together into one,
and create the ideal equilibrium of both. 
The faultless combination. 
The synchronized liberation.

I will deliver you what I have, 
trace it through the atmosphere, 
through the currents and seaways, 
through the tectonic plates, the biosphere, 
and through the ecosystems I will keep in rotation. 

I will be in tune, in range,
yet in a place in which you will never be able to reach;
aligned with the heavens and the hell fires. 
I’ll be there; going through 
the full forces of Godly imitation.
And pushing myself further and further 
into pure authenticated calibration.
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