We always want to know the True
But days are spent in stupid fuss
So stupid fuss.
The most important thing we do
Is finding God inside of us.
Inside of us.
We all are proud to be God-rised,
And some of us become God-wised.
To all his messages addressed,
I wish us all to be God-blessed.
One moment lost of His descend,
Together failed to sing the Song.
The Song.
We were improved in some extent,
Forever spare to be so wrong.
So wrong.
Sometimes we seem to be God-missed,
But after all we all God-kissed.
In deadly end, at the last gasp
I wish us all be Heaven-grasped.
There will not be the Second chance
And our Path in days accursed.
My friend, it is deeply failed romance.
He prays for us and fights the Worst.
God-blessed
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