A 1 Jesus-poem-Cauchy3

A 1 Jesus.

When acids are proud with soft waters,
All comics are belittled by walls of sciences.
When powers are machines with good accesses,
All real politics are bad lives.

Surfaces are oscillated faces to touch.
Volumes are compared by men’s spaces.
We make dots with hot dogs.
We assume some lines parallel.

Pens draw the crafts for air-plane.
Examples are exhibited good works.
Jobs actions are workers’ lanes.
Consider a part as the partial wholes.

Jesus is a king but peoples are men.
Gods separate the upper parts.
Our worlds sum up many mesons.
Possible missions are our front faces.

Lateral rims are latched letters.
A white lie is our lay ways.
Our hidden souls are all out late.
Abandoned lives are wrong asylums.

Asymptotes are stopped before long.
Eternal rings will broken by powers.
Long cut will kick on biases.
No things will go on for ever on airs.

Consciousnesses estimated limited sums.
Sorted up bubbles are stop on tops.
Loves are drawn and powers are up.
High or low as there are tickets for today.
--------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--------