In me

in me
Dwells a friend of all friend s
A supper human closer to a picture
I call God
A alchemists
In crafts of chemistry
For he said on to me
1 sun hours
Why is it that human s
Live as components of mixed emotions
Flabbergasted in a form no logic
I was caught
For that day the thought came
I had no scapegoat to blame
For realty share no shame n
My lonely reflection stood up and spilled a complain...
Its fine
Plus we have different reasons to evil
Nor do doog
N history results no future
So what type of knowledge in story's would we learn
Placing our best piece
Portraying natures landscapes in verbal form...