And they called me the God.
Who is the God?
I said, "Everyone is so."
Unrelieved, they shouted at me,
"Who are you?"
"I am just like you."
"No."
To live and to be—
to LIVE in the world—is different,
As every individual is, so.
We live a hell-like life.
I have no fog in the mind,
Not a cog in the machine.
I go for a clear and virtuous mind and heart—
A soul of heaven,
A soul to proliferate this.
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