What if I were obsessed with god.
So what is the soul made of
If not gods ability to find himself.
God is in me.
Whether to obey him or not.
He finds his self in me.
And likes it.
What is the ingredient of a spark.
Where the compass has gone haywire.
Everything is in flow.
Live your life like that of an actor
Who plays fair
But never listens.
I am that first beam of sunlight
Which you swear feels like
You've been touched unlike any other living thing before.
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