The poem of poems

 

 

 

When I created you

 

It was your future I foresaw

 

When I created you

 

I already knew…

 

When I created you

 

Devoid from your ego and insanity; Devoid from your laziness and lusts

 

When I created you

 

I saw how the forces of your instinctual desires and your Divine truth would collide

 

When I created you

 

I already knew