In His way you must strive, to undo the changes
Of your life, that mingle with flames and abundance.
I have an ear that constructs war and carnage,
For my lesson is achieved and my pressure is less.
To see an eye and another eye commends the thought
Of a bigger age, of increases and demonstrations.
I discover pugnacious attitudes in the souls,
They fought for longevity, but where is display?
I have to matter to the wholeness,
I mattered and you did hurt over matters
That may utter praises for the Lord.
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