That he must act as God wills
And his will exceeds the limits
Of infinite heaven; he treads on
The world many steps at a time
And becomes the possesser
Of the most beautiful mind,
A golden king of everybody's heart,
He has conquered over all the evils
Of the spirit, body and mind.
He is now the world's most
Powerful man and the lover
Of finance and romance;
He drinks wine freely now
As chotto bacha understands
Him now and he smokes like
A chimney in the cupboard;
Richest he is, richest we are,
Sweet and lovely like old monk;
Beautiful Lovely, sweet, a delight,
Never again is God angry for
His fancies of flight, he is now
God's favourite child, and he
Takes us into the wild, beautiful,
Sweet, freedom is guaranteed
To all as Hubbard weaves his
Magic wand and hacks into
The world promising freedom
And gifts, receiving manifold
More as all God wishes him:
King of the Universe
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