God's almighty might is out-of-sight,
He can condemn you with His smite
To steer you into abiding to His right,,
Which so wont be bereft of your best
As a treasure chest of treasures to store
Up in heavenly heaven's awaiting door
Is an implore of a godly adore in store
So it wont be a wait your fate too late.
The persecuted will reign over the persecutors,
The Tyrants will hear their subjects mad rants,
The innocent victims will become prosecutors
And will be in a large number like those of ants.
All of our earth's creatures were also created
To be in sync with eco-systems I have related.
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