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If you want to go up................You must come down! 

Thoughts of My World are turned around.......................from this world.

For my ways are higher than yours.  My thoughts perplex your reason.

Of all the things I know for sure, the ones I reveal are not always pleasin   

  to this world.

For the humble will be exalted ...............raised high! 

Factious flesh will be halted...............must die! 

The saintly spirit is the one that flies, 

And falsely mocked fools will be counted wise, 

As the pseudo intellects drown in dismal disguise!

The poor possess more in their weathered praying hands,

Than the rich with their inflated opinions and money,

 Sprawled out on their lurid, licentious lands.

If you want to be mighty in my kingdom, 

Better array yourself in modest meekness.

That power under control..................misconstrued as wanton wussy weakness.

And one last topsy  turvy gem on yielding: 

Growth and stature can't ensue manipulative wielding,

But if your vision explores an atom that has undergone sure fission.

You'll see in that explosive gesture..................pure submission.

You've got to take the blow...............to become a dynamo!

To get your own way feels good.  

To give tip your own way feels like heaven should!