The cosmos is perfectly knitted by your majestic hand.
Nailed by the time to saved my sake.
The everything with what I saw is astounding and beyond describable.
Searching may be done, scientists may be called genuis,
But your love is only the reason.
Fire may consume, water can be a destroyer, rain may fall or clouds may upset, but there's no subtlety in the eyes of everyone that you are the great God of all gods.
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