Dogma

I have a God. Who keeps obssessing me for his existence. And only him always put me on the court. With his supreme ultimancy divines. Repeating challenge my soul and body. How he gave a life of me, At the dawn of 21. The affinities pass by to remeberence. My lucks, My odds, My even earns, and the no mercy. If i still believe the fun from his strong arms. Beholding each part of me together to be like him. But no way.. I am George Chow. The one urge for the Sun, rain, and breath. With my soul in me.