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God's True Word

Patterns swirling in the haze,
Pieces, fitting together like clockwork.
Colors flying around to music,
To beauty, to logic .

Rules in the framework of reality,
Hidden, but omnipresent,
Governing each movement,
Each reaction, each result.

Painting pictures of order and perfection,
Infinity in a single glance.
Curtains falling, secrets of the universes
Finally revealed.

Aesthetic, wonderful.
The language of numbers,
God’s true Word.
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