The lord God worship
And you’re a naval ship:
In your tasks no hardship,
In your slavery, your kingship.
In the Lord’s Bosom
You too are awesome,
Unreachable to The Troublesome,
To Life’s pitfalls, the burdensome.
In the Lord’s Good Books,
Twenty-four-hours good looks;
Not among those Hell fire shall cook
Nor abinitio judge a crook…
You can’t to Satan be under
Just like God can’t to Satan surrender.
I had to have the camphor essence,
Not much was required of me,
I just picked a bought crystal,
And set it ablaze,
But the animates that you are testing,
Are not “bought’ abinitio by you,
They assess you and your “fire”,
And if they find,
That you have not come up the same way,
And are just pretending to be thus,
Lighting a fire which is not just that,
They would blow the fire out in your face,
And you will be left,
Only with acrid smoke,
and a fractured credibility,
which is impossible to mend and repair.