God Poem by Mesh vats

These views, which is made
where does he live.
The directive on the air,
who is that.
Let's find it elsewhere
He laughs and cries like us.
What she thought and made this world
Why these men made
Have given anything not good.
Person is lying,
Why did he do this throat.
Edification showy false intentions
All work is bad.
Why hast thou made them god.
We see you cry,
We're mean,
You have given us, Why send
What do you think I do not know,
But whatever you do
damn it all.
God! ! !