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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