Return to God, find dozens of those lords,
That bind our souls as if they own the role,
Just ice is splendid work in one whole bowl,
Let water bend the light as He affords.
Returning to that lord who is on boards
Shall blow that brain, shall fade and laugh and cajole
The man who frightens houses of patrol;
God minds the listening of the awards.
My lord shall dropp from Heaven as a boat,
Storms cover oceans, right when He demands,
Thus, the head shall not vanish from me now.
Ride seas of water now that am afloat,
From Heaven, God and lordship, with commands,
The boat is floating on the sea anyhow.
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