There is a Father in heaven Who reveals secrets,
And emerging from a realm to rule the world;
But, our feet are blocked by the stones of Satan to hear His words.
Thrilling acts from the weaves of the sea!
With valued access to the mind of the teacher;
But, who will blame me for losing you to someone else?
To the idealistic of your muse,
To the idealistic of my mind,
To the works of peace and love from the Creator Almighty! !
For, He cares for us all.
The utopian act of man!
Jack where are you?
For, i am from Ethiopia with my words;
But, if real money had made you what you are today,
How can my soul rest when, you've made war your best friend?
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