There are words strung into poetry.
Poetry created for granted...
My allegiance is to God and not to man,
Who will all times for us on faults and failures...
The day was bright,
the weather was right...
We all live under the same star,
No matter how near or how far...
When the earth after Noah's flood did dry,
God our heavenly Father allowed mankind the earth...
I am a child of the most-high God,
Who is our heavenly Father and Lord...
Would I be mourned after am gone?
The spirit that heightens my thinking purposefully...
Some see humanoids in black and white
we see an angel or a devil...
Jesus Christ the Lord displayed humility...
Thus God our Father was through Him magnified...
For long my people have waited,
time has passed, now screen trespass...
Spanish.
Esta noche caigo...
A man buried in oil
longed to rest in the soil...