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I am God. . . .Like

I was created by him and we look alike

I move without fear.

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A beacon in the dark, a light,

I move about freely as I like

I am God. . . .Like

I create with words, 

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Anger, Love and hatred,

Because this one is

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The beginning of time

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Endless sonnets and rhymes

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A spiritual enlightenment

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When God’s son came and went

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Buddha on his journey

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The art of war, the art of love a controversy

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Politicians being honest. . . .

. . . Honestly

It’s like, 

Like the creator moving in me. . .

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My thoughts flow endlessly. . .

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 I think therefore I am. . .

It’s like

I must be God. . .Like

I was created in his image, right

And we look alike, right.

Everard E. Smith (Esq) (c) 2014