My submission to a human,
And my submission to God.
They both went separate ways.
They were like night and days.
I submitted to you,
And the resulting fact,
Was that you didn't appreciate anything,
That fit my act.
I submitted to you,
Almighty one.
It occurred the way it should've been.
My soul did Heaven's course run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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