God of All Creation
I AM visible in humble form;
Transparent in flesh; breath in soul
And poet's ability to think,
That sets my heart into ink.
Just like a proud lady that
Heels up her body with toe.
Love that stains on papers can teach,
And reach out to millions per each.
With truth only the blind can feel,
With a passive hand of my word.
How hard is life you servant live?
I'm freedom you're longing to gain,
While evil acts suffer from labour pain.
Within each you'll be a born again.
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