I am
That inordinate being out of affection
That came in collaboration
From a lip when all hand goes on
negation
All he needs to do is just a declaration
I am
The says of a man of divinity
That rocks the bed of purity
In his bowness, I come to scroll with
equity
Even in stains, he showers his infinity
I am
The actor of his script
Often as I fall back of show
His will surmount
And you have no say to show
He sees all, don’t bother to spit
I am who he says I am...................
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