When God at first made man,
With in his vessel many plans.
Riches, wealth, life and Joy,
Honour, heights to them coil.
But he did few ban.
He unleashed onward systematically,
One, two and hesitated materially.
He withdrew the vessel a bit,
That they be not bewitched by it.
That if he have all, he'll be conscious materially.
Then he made a stop,
And raised the vessel up.
That if Joy serve not him,
It's search will to toss him to him.
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
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