God Is The Creator Of All Poem by Slim Jay

Nothing really seems fair
And no mortal does live a life with no regrets
Except the one whose heart is held uptight
By the bra of the most high God

The world itself is an illusion
Nothing is absolute and certain
Not a thing will forever last
Those who were once first are now last

If we would look with an eye
There are few we could define
If we looked with both eyes
We still can't see what's behind

No one really gets enough
Whether poor or rich, young or old
We just have to look inside
And find that which makes us satisfied

The Lord above in his might
Made all things in due proportion
7 days a week for all
24 hours growing tall
We just have to appreciate his kindness
Not to blame, criticize or be bored
For man, among God's creation is honored above all