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Love him

Aldo gabbay kraas
Aldo gabbay kraas
Love him
People
The same way
I love
My father
He is the one that
Had created you all
In his image
And in god’s eyes
We are all beautiful
Also, people don’t forget
To pray to my father
Every single night
Before you go to bed
Because my father
Want us people
To pray for him
Yes it only takes a couple
Minutes
Then we can go straight to sleep
We must go to bed
Early every night
So that we can get a proper night
Sleep
Love him
He is the one that also
Owns our lives
And our lives are in
Our father’s hands
I know that we all are going to die
Some day
We will not live forever
Because my father made
Life like that
So for now all we have to do
Is to live our lives
To the fullest every single day
We have nothing to complain
About our lives to our father
Because we are just living
A beautiful life here on earth
Also, our father died on
The cross for our sins
Many years ago
Also, our father is a black man
Also, he is a Jewish man
It was our father that made our seasons
For us to live in it
I must confess to people that I hate
The winter very much
Also, the winter is very long
And also very cold
People I go for my walks during the
Winter around the block
In my neighborhood
I always dress warmly during the
Winter
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