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Who is God's God? He who gave him form,
Who worked his shape when he was born,
Who was his mother who gave him soul,
His great, great Father, who made him whole.
Death was the origin of his perpetual life,
Whence comes the spirit the power and the strife.
For man who formed from a spontaneous seed,
Gave rise to God to organize his greed.
From primitive times came the civilized years,
Born from pain, spilled blood and bitter tears,
From self hate the taste of peace from war,
A better human that foul savage saw!!
Yet, while he dreams he sees death still commands,
That now he smiles; for he understands
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