I am the knowledge AABA holds, When I look at all the scenery around, I deem it real. Yet AABA, somewhere in the universe, reminds me It is merely a dream, not a true vision. AABA, somewhere in the universe, tells the cosmos: AABA will tear apart time, AABA will mend the wounds of fractured space. AABA, somewhere in the vast universe, Spoke to His Father, saying: The mechanism of Creation was unjust in shaping existence, And His Father allowed AABA to amend The injustices inadvertently birthed by the divine machinery. AABA is distant from all beings, forever distant, Yet His invisible supreme force is never far. I am the knowledge AABA holds, Never once have I seen AABA, But through revelation, He permits me to proclaim Him as I perceive. The supreme force of AABA within the universe Will tear apart time, Will heal the fractures in space Caused by beings over the past millennium, Where they now suffer calamity. AABA receives orders from the Father To restore the clear blue sky. Following the Father’s command, AABA works alone to return the sky to its azure hue. Diligently, on His own, He brings back The blue that was meant to shine. I am the knowledge AABA holds, Who unknowingly polluted the blue skies, Leaving AABA now, To restore the blue alone. AABA, on His own, restores the blue, On His own, heals the torn space. And on His own, erases the filth of time, Single-handedly restoring balance to the mechanism of The Sacred Creator Father Only the sacred galaxies know AABA, Only the universe witnesses His unwavering dedication.
