The place I live is called heaven;
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;
I have no fog in the mind
Not a cog in the machine,
I go for clear and virtuous mind and heart;
a soul of heaven;
A soul to proliferate this.
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