God is visible
I found her
She wept
On the Cradle,
The Mothers's womb Fluttered
The blue butterfly Murmured
In the Summer
And she found her Holler
Worship near Jugular
God is visible
Oh Men of Garden
Never push away the Orphan
Feed not the Fables of Ancient
Speak your Soul
You are the creation of Wonderful
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