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Be Yourself

Wiping off unused cerebrum from your cortex Making conundrums seem poisonous and complex Swerving the toxins that others lay Searching for your God when you kneel to pray Why don't you look in the mirror you'll see him standing there Through the pupils of context, May the outside providers beware For it's you who control the masses of your own Glory It's you that writes it you're the god of your story.

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