The Beasts of Gods Creation
Time has no form
no rhythm or rhyme
its perfected by God,
but it can jolt
faster or slower,
with every beat
of a heart,
from the greatest of beasts,
to the scurrying beasts
that in its insignificance
falls to fast and slow
unlike the tempo
that beasts
of great height, weight
and strength.
the beat is of times
constant imperfection
and Gods power
to correct the wrong
to level the balance,
that laws have corrupted,
and to keep time from
staying at a constant beat
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