Your name creator
Benovolence defined
Lord of reason n lite
Proud servents of god
Destroyer's unkind
Oh,how we live for the fight
Want is nothing
When need is all
By,wrath of zeleots
All is undone
Trappings of power
At  their beck n call
A stone,to a sword,then a gun
Darkness is coming
Mann has lost his way
A truth con sealed
As good as a lie
PROVIDENCE of fools
Who is to say
Bear witness
Watch lnnocence die
How can the sun rise
On such misery
Blood words are promised
For all that's been done
When arrogance becomes
A weapon for me
Then we shall see
Who has won.             Hy

'from its refacing circle,
an opaque decoration grew,
the topography of rugs are servents,
without a pattern's self to be.'

People don’t stop
Making friends because
You need friends in life
And you can’t live
Without friends
Because you would have
A lonely live
And also in isolation
People
It was my dear father that made you
With his holy hands
And placed here on earth to live
I hope you love living on earth
Also it was my father that made
The earth with his holy hands before
He made human beings
And then human beings
Finally had a place to live
I am used to live on earth
And my friends don’t like the earth at all
Because it is over populated
And we have to share the earth with some
Strange people
Because they also have the right to live
On earth
Father said that the earth is our temporally home
For now
The day we die my father will bring the
Angels from the sky
And they will carry us in there wings
To heaven
When we arrive in heaven
We will knock at the heaven’s door
And our father will open the door for us
Now we  all are going to have a shower before going to
Bed
After we finish our shower
We will dry our bodies
And our ***** laundry will go to wash
And we will change into our cotton robes
Now we are already tired
We will go into our rooms
And we will all sleep in our brass bed
Also we never wake up in the middle of the
Night
Because we sleep like a log
And all we hear is us breathing
Our father have servents
They clean up the heaven once
A week
Also the servants  make our meals
Every single day
And they wash our ***** clothes
And they hang up in a clothes line
So that the clothes can dry
Also when you are sleeping
Don’t stop having dreams