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WHEN I VISITED GOD

That day when I visited God He was in far away Heaven He drove no Toyota or Ford Neither did he had human in his oven I called to him, Lord As if calling my nephew Kelvin He had a big book-like book on his lap The number of pages well I wouldn’t know From his works he must be thirsty and needs a cup To fetch wine of which he can sip slow Close to his main chamber is a big tap Through which holiness flow He sat on a golden beautiful chair And pomade himself with a judgement cream From his rewards to the sudden tear Judgement is heavier than a beam As he flipped pages with no love or care, My eyes opened and saw it was all a dream.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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