You conduct, around a God, not too know if real!
So what in life, is too his appeal taking all your desires and reels.
Not me I live, with only one thang creating betterment of all.
So fade, from his shades and resume with fake sins.
Creators of God, begone from my reality I will decode your reasons.
So as too the seasons "rain storm, and "hail" making preposition of a once blue sky now pale.
I walk among other life and feel at one.
Autmum, colors and crisp green grass under a sky gray.
Yeilds of grand crops for a rich soil is prized at a hoes first touch.
Too a God, of matter he formed are they really creation, for a magical being where's the wand.
A cave left with out his placement "where did he go" as head's begin to scratches.
A holy, wind blew blowing dust in all directions who seek's me of none death.
The Cave, was dry now as they begin speak of whom the is of.
I creation of toy's will sport you in results.
Successful, my deduction is you all move, with flaws and commit pointless moves.
All the matter of spaces are mine.
So think of any format, or conduction even a program, for the consideration of all is all.
God is all, creation is his blanket.
None, should be afraid for he is Love, of beauty.