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One Day I Will Receive My Own

Nowadays, It is easy to make a clone One day I will receive my own This has turned into an Orwellian nightmare most are clones of phones But living the truth will heal me The truth, we do not learn We learn you're good or you're bad And a 'living' you have to 'Urn' Add the B for bullcrap & you'll see you'll burn You are good & expressing Christ consciousness which is breathing, being, and seeing We're the truth, just existing We dive deeper into discernment by listening Grateful for awareness They condition us to fear And they talk nonstop, but you need silence to hear One day, I'll receive my own They call it tribe. Just living will bring me mine They'll be drawn to my vibe Time isn't real, so all in perfect timing One day they'll come, my own, my home.

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