poem twenty
Everybody is running
Not on an express train
But the train of God
The trees comes out with an age
Man comes out with an age
All calculated by circles of the earth
Husbands and wives
Are in the olympics of God
Nobody takes anything
All will shine with God
There is no tall or small
There is no snail or lion
What can you grab
When the hero God
Has not made it like that
God gave his universe to us
What shall we give if we can't grab
Goodies for God
Everybody is running
Not on an express train
But the train of God
The trees comes out with an age
Man comes out with an age
All calculated by circles of the earth
Husbands and wives
Are in the olympics of God
Nobody takes anything
All will shine with God
There is no tall or small
There is no snail or lion
What can you grab
When the hero God
Has not made it like that
God gave his universe to us
What shall we give if we can't grab
Goodies for God
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