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Make Me a Way

My way not yours The path of the just Re-kindle to rust Grinded to the dust With no believing gut Howbeit to believing Not to be existing The future of my reading In my meditating At the cross over of a thing ON the show at the cross A path in gross In my tears I burst To see how he was slain Agony of disdain A prize is paid For me not to be raid So that I can be grade Never to derail The path of raid.

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