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The shadows are the doors to hell the light is the staircase to heaven. In this relm on Earth is a battlefield. The war of being good and going bad, innocence lives being shed men, women and children. The body is a temple and the light and shadows can use it as a missle. Dont know who to trust but the God in man. So much trickery in this world so much drama in my world. No man can be trusted the God in him. Jesus nailed on that cross and the holy Mary with Joseph their first son. Leader, head of my household and yes he holds the key to my soul, my mind, heart and body. Take me I believe in thee, i fear thee, I trust and believe I am with thee all the days of my life and my children's children's lives. We on high and my father is rich he sits on the highest peak and looks down low and beneath. You cant hide in the shadows. He knows all and sees all through the windows of his eyes, I see you, I feel you,  I hear you come here. I am calling out your name from the highest mountain in the world. I am begging for your mercy and forgiveness, because without you there is no me. Without me there will be no them. The them that I raised natured and groom. The them that will build many nations because of you. It is your will and I will see it through. You blew life into my lifeless body. You came and conquered what those brag about in these streets. The folks on the four corners exalts your name. They praise you on high, they say your name two times and pour down to those that are not here. Ashes to ashes dust to dust the preacher speaks and at rest you lie your soul to keep. Your family mourns a good life you lived and in memory you should live on through those that weep

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