Fear the Lord who created your spirit,
It produced the spirits of a thousand months,
Opening factors of health and worlds,
Words attached themselves to godly fear.
These words appeared in a city that defined
The meanings of an age so welcome to life.
On the Throne the Lord sits and welcomes
The existence to progress as He sees fit.
The gnostics are of a crowd of dispositions,
Wonderful books are great resources
For these buckets and spades,
They have tools for digging treasure
Called knowledge, so fear the One
Who provides this existence.
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