I am a fine piece of armour
Curated by the finest Goldsmith
Who created the heavens without pillars
And the earth without walls
I am a fine piece of art
Moulded by the greatest Porter
The One who knew me before my before
And ordained me exploits
Of over six billion inhabiting planet earth
You singled me our for glory
As a trailblazer and world shaker
May I not disappoint destiny
I might be in my raw state now
HE is preparing me at the backstage
Soon my cloud will open
And my rain will fall
Amen
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