Mychael
Mychael,
the Alchemyst
saw the hand of God
in a simple list
drawn to an Order,
She couldn't resist...
" you're bread for this "
and the baker's dozen
with a feather to the sky,
She pens with reason...
" humankind isn't blind, Mr. Smith "
nor for only one season
" We resemble God "
and for only One meaning...
" to remember the Love "
that Created our Being
" ... I am hear now ..."
so you can be seen
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