the creater of this world
this world and galaxies
the storm and gloomies
witch and ghosts
hot or froze
any nightmare passess by
or you hear pain cry
the creator of this existence
he will you from any tense
if you are lonely and alone
he will save you from any grown
the end or bennd
you will be in his blend
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